Poem: They Don’t Want To Be Pests.
They Don’t Want To Be Pests.
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They don’t want to be pests
But you’ll have to endure it.
They try not to be pests
But old age will assure it.
They’ll pee on the floor
Leave their keys in the door,
Leave eyes in poe-tay-toes
And squash your toe-may-toes,
They’ll wander at night
With no clothing in sight,
They’ll just fart all the time
With no reason or rhyme.
Then they’ll sit good as gold
Full of tales to be told.
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