Wet Socks.

Wet Socks. This morning I ran the gauntlet with rain of Biblical proportions........Did I mention that I got wet socks....Well I did. This along with 2 hormonal Teenagers was not a good mixture and to top it off I stepped in a gigantic puddle...In response to this dreadful morning I decided to write a poem about my horrible experience.

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Oh You Pretty Things

Could you kill to eat?