Fine Dining, honey, John Wayne Gacy, knife, legumes, mass murderers, peas, table manners
I eat my peas with honey,
I’ve done it all my life.
It might sound rather funny,
But it covers up the stench of the bodies buried in the crawlspace.
If you enjoyed that, you may be amused by this limerick.
From → Humor, Light Poetry
Children taste good.
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