Monday, April 25, 2016

Oh No Mayo 6

I am thee Mayo of Burgah Tahown
Picking out a wedding gown
Party and Bacon's daughter
Who is just like her father
Is getting married to a Beet
Something none of us had forseen
Since she was a little sprout
When she used to pout for grandpa sour Cream
None of us would have ever dreamed
Thats how far we little beans can go
I kept her close to my artichoke heart
Like brilliant piece of macaroni art
Nothing will tear this family apart
Ive got to go
Sincerely yours, Mayo.

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