a catchy title.

The day is finally over

Yet on your face is a glower

For there is still work to be done

Never any time for fun

No time to stop, no chance to pullover.


Right here

What, where?

They look past me,

Right through where I am meant to be.

They're unknowingly staring at my rear...



Goose and geese,

Moose and meese.

Louse and lice,

Mouse and mice.

Cheddar cheese.



The End

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