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Mother Cooked My Footballs |
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Sunday night at dinner, My mom got really mad, I wouldn't eat her refried mud, It tasted pretty bad... My father lost his cool, I wouldn't eat his broccoli dirt, It went agaist his rule... Tuesday night at dinner, My mom got so irate, I wouldn't eat the pickled prunes, I left them on my plate... Wednesday night at dinner, My dad was so enraged, I didn't eat his fungus food, He tried to have me caged!!! Thursday night at dinner, My mom was angry so, She cooked my two best footballs,  They taste like moldy dough...
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