Stomach trouble lets you walk
a little boy in space
His Mom and a lot of daddies go
cheerfully up and down.
A boy asks a mom what she and the daddy did.
“Oh,” she explains,”your daddy has a big stomach
and I must be able to sometimes help flatten it.”
A boy says that you waste your time, that
when you go for shopping,
the next woman
can get down on her knee
and get it right back up.
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