CHRISTINE HUME (5/21)
Christine Hume
To the crack of doom
She’ll lower the boom
On her birthday
The fruit of the loom
Cannot help but consume
· KING TUT in his tomb
On her birthday
We must never presume
To harass the legume
Of borascible Hume
On her birthday
We’ll give ’er some room
Or illegal perfume
Or a mop and a broom
On her birthday
☎
King Tut on my foot!
Cashed out and kaput
Cannot but consume
Canopic his tomb
Illegal legume
Borascible Hume
She’ll lower the boom on her birthday
She’ll lower the boom on her birthday
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