It was the leek salad that made my bod drag,
And, though I professed I was dying,
The waitress accused me of lying,
Because, I asked for leftovers and a doggie bag.
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As deer hunting season begins,
The deer have all of the wins,
My riffle corroded,
And, with the first shot exploded,
Now, I'm paying for my hunting sins.
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