And so, balance in the universe is restored.
Like some tacky little pamphlet in your daddy’s bottom drawer.
Also: “not a speck of cereal.” I can sing this if you want. I can. I do. I will.
It’s kinda funny you hear a girl saying, “The poodle bites/The poodle chews it.”
As relevant today as it was relevant forty years ago.
The poodle bites. The poodle chews it.
just like your mama make her fuzzy poodle do…
Doc, I’ll ignore your cheap aroma and your Little Bo Beep diploma.
Sheila, I’ll just put you in a coma …
I can only repeat, “The poodle bites. The poodle chews it.”
Snap it, Frenchie.
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