The Boy In My Lunch Poem by Bell Work
The Boy In My Lunch
The boy in my lunch
Is in a weird bunch
He's all alone
While big chin's with me
If only I could get rid of big chin
Then the boy'd have a friend
He could tuck him in his chin
And keep him warm
If only he knew I cared
He always flips me off
I hate him so I am giving him a friend
Aka big chin and also plenty of bellwork
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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4/23/2024 10:36:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is amazing.... Keep up the great work and bell work on forever