Mustard


A messy sandwich and a baby,
It was tough to hold the two.
I gave the baby to my wife;
I knew that she’d know what to do.

I licked the mustard from my finger
Then I heard my dear wife say.
“Little Darling’s stinky pooh-pooh.”
That kind of thought can ruin one’s day.

I thought it tasted kinda funny,
A taste that will always linger.
It still makes me kinda wonder,
Was that mustard on my finger?

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