Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Muddled Musings

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck
If she sold some on the shore
To a picker, Peter Piper
Who simply sells some at his store

Would Betty Botter buy a bundle
For all her caloric cooking needs
For her babies, busy bumping
Buggies just before they feed

Or perhaps poor Peter Piper
Could not hawk his woody wares
And in his hapless homeless hunger
Would carnivorously curtail the woodchuck's cares

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