#47-Bella Stander Humerus Poetry Contest

Bella, Bella, how am I ever gonna tell ya
that your bone ain't sitting where it's supposed ta be?
When we was young and doin' some courtin' and sparkin'
You thought it was nothin' but mere frivolous parkin'
But now you know we was doin' some hot lip to lip snarkin'!

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