This is a poem I wrote after I did something dumb at work...enjoy;
For a guy who makes so many mistakes, I sure hate making them.
For a guy who constantly puts his foot in his mouth, I sure hate the taste.
For a guy who takes time adjusting the covers, I sure don’t like the bed I’m in.
For a guy who loves omelets, I sure hate getting egg on my face.
chris
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