Walking up to get my lunch , Pizza in the air, That Sourpuss who serves us, Is always standing there. She hovers frowns and tosses food, She huffs and puffs at kids, That big bad wolf, she might just yell, Oh no, my peaches slid! She waits and wants to yell and scream, You better … Continue reading That Sour Puss Face
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