"!a Belt"
Everyone of us had fun and laughter in the sun.
So sings a bandito's gun.
Who is on the run.
Love you a ton.
Your life is nothing to shun.
My beautiful son.
Working overtime.
On a pun that's not a rhymer.
Got caught up in the microwavable timer.
That leaked out the floor to the store next door.
Onto the street's floor.
In the sun's heat.
It makes plastic wings melt.
Deal with the cards that were dealt.
Whipped by a belt.
You'll never know how it felt.
By Jonathan Billet-07-24-15
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