I would not eat an axolotl
For fear he’d get stuck in my throatl
It wouldn’t matter that I was hungry
He’d make my tummy feel too jumbeley
I’ve decided that
(For me)
Eating axolotl-y
Would be sheerly vacuous glaxoluttony.
February 27, 2009 by Karen Resta
I would not eat an axolotl
For fear he’d get stuck in my throatl
It wouldn’t matter that I was hungry
He’d make my tummy feel too jumbeley
I’ve decided that
(For me)
Eating axolotl-y
Would be sheerly vacuous glaxoluttony.
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