The Omnivore

As old and wise relatives are wont to tell you, what goes in one end must come out the other. No, I don;t know what they're blathering on about either.


Christmas Poetry


Christmas Dirty Poems


I Eat Everything

I love Christmas
The naughty and nice
I eat absolutely everything
Until I pay the price
And I make a Yule log
That I have to flush twice

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