For my fifty fiffin fife, I’ll attempt to keep Shiva alive

For my fifty fiffin fifth, Mom asked me for a cinch. World peace was the wish, This is how’ll I’ll mince. No more poo pooing, Just more coo cooing. No more queue queuing, Just more Pro ooing. It’s a privilege to be here, Time to bling up the rear. Like a Chinese on hot coals, […]