Lamb Woes. Mary had a motor -bike She waved to the cars she met. Her lamb sat on the handle-bars. Without a lamb helmet. She swerved to miss a lorry The lamb's heart just missed beat It thought if Mary had a car it could sit upon a seat. I would not really like to say that I ate lamb chops for... Sign in to see full entry.
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