In my fridge
There seems to be
A little man
Stealing from me
At times I look
And think I see
A little hand
In my gravy
I cannot have him
Just sit and eat
Taking my food
For only he
I am not sure
Who he may be
But I do know
I'll set him free!
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:-P
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set him free! I'd fucking kill the bastard. in your gravy dude, thats just plain nasty.
the rhythm seems to be off in one of your stanza's but i cant tell where. work on that and it should be good.
does this poem have something to do with the night munchies, if thats the case i have a little man in my fridge too.
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Good rhythm,catchy and funny,i think i know this little man...he used to steal all my booze,greedy little alkie...ha!ha!
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