Saturday, November 26, 2011
There's a family residing in your armpits.
They're smelly and rude and they give you the fits.
Their diets are grainy and hominy grits.
They're the family residing in your armpits.
There's a family residing in your armpits.
If you look you can see where the hairy one sits.
On the other side mama sits quietly and knits
For the family residing in your armpits.
There's a family residing in your armpits.
It's made up of juvenile delinquents and chits.
The old ones are crazy, the young ones are twits.
They're the family residing in your armpits.
There's a family residing in your armpits.
Their raucous goes on and on and never quits.
And all of their teens are covered with zits.
It's the family residing in your armpits.
There's a family residing in your armpits.
One boy wears pajamas. A little girl spits.
Some spry ones are often taught to do splits
In the family residing in your armpits.
There's a family residing in your armpits.
The dramatic and talented ones put on skits.
While mama's still knitting and turning out mitts
For the family residing in your armpits.
There's a family residing in your armpits.
Some counter with creams and some counter with spritz.
It wipes out the odor and blasts them to bits.
So, there's no more residing in your armpits.
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