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| OOOOH, MY POOR TUMMY Oooh, my poor , poor tummy, how it rumbles and shakes. I ate too many apples, now my poor tummy aches. They were so red and sweet, so juicy and yummy. Now they're fighting a war, in my rumbly tummy. Guess all those ripe apples turned to sauce and cider. No wonder my tummy grows rounder and wider. I should've just eaten a green salad and grass, 'stead of all those apples- no wonder I got gas. This should teach me ,I know, with my tummy so sore, but I bet you tomorrow I'll be back for some more. copyright 2001 Roland Ricker Click here to return to Home Page |
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| photo of Chucky by Roland Ricker |
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