A Poem

When I was young it was such a hoot

To sing beans, beans the musical fruit.

But now my maturity makes me mute

So I must count on my butt to continue the toot.


2 thoughts on “A Poem

  1. Always use a flute, play it up to amuse when you blow, don’t confuse its not your butt..sound is toot when mature..we always go mute its okay..we do refuse to say things or do any misuse

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