(Embarassed and Apologetic)
Monte, I am sorry I killed your stump.
I wish I could say it was the drinking.
But really I forgot to do my thinking.
And now you know your sister married a hump.
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2 comments:
If Matt knew iambic pentameter
His life would be much less testier
He could put back the stump
He would not be a hump
And Monte would be so much happier
I swear its no problem. If after 3 years of waiting to turn the stump into a stool or table, it wasn't going to happen. But if it makes you feel better, call us even over your couch cushions...
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