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Ode to the Fireplace Grunt
Posted By: Shawn N. Counts<ShawnCounts@Yahoo.com>
Date: 7 November 2005, 8:59 pm


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There once was a grunt who fell in a hole.
He fell in a fire and burned in the coal.

He managed to escape from that place so awful.
Burning was he and wanting a waffle.

After he recovered he looked round the home.
Happily, noticing that he was alone.

He went to the fridge and scrounged all about.
He rolled in the 'taters and ate toliet groute.

Off in the distance a noise he did hear.
He flew to the door like a burning fat deer.

He opened the door ,and there a man stood.
An old, funky salesman wearing a hood.

He grabbed him by the leg:gnawed him profusely.
Eating his body ,and watching I Love Lucy.

Then out of the warroom walked spartan "276".
The grunt stared at him while eating some KIX.

She watched as the grunt took all her belongings.
He took ham ,T.V. ,and even the her awnings.

She watched in amazement as he strapped on his sack.
He carried the rest of her stuff on his back.

As he walked out the door she asked him his name.
"The Fireplace Grunt ,maam, that is my name".

The moral of this story is easily found.
If you can't find your dog look first at the pound.





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