I was a little too old, had gained a few pounds,
Wore elastic waist pants that were loose all around.
It was a block of cheese with luscious eyes,
With a smell of it's own, almost make you cry.
Almost make you cry.
There in the kitchen, my knife at the ready
On the cutting board, I held it steady.
Consuming cheese to chase my blues...
Now strugglin' with the night poops.
Trying to gets my constipated bowels to move.
Strugglin' with those night poops.
I love it when my home state gets a shout out, even if it’s for “night poops”.
Bush Champion 🤣🤣🤣
And ewwww on the mold!!!