Here's another great, glistening, tanning-oil lathered, beach volleyball playing poem for everyone. Belly Bump!
Bon Pain (submitted)
A monkey with a whistle
screeches bad math at every thistle.
Every thorn and every missed cue
prompts deafening equations to issue.
A red-faced coach with several strokes
Screams hints at mighty oaks,
On how to play safe.
On how to save face.
The first lie
Your body ever told you
Was that you and it are the same thing.
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