Hidey hidey
The condiments
Drinky drinky
The water
Burn burn the flame
And there is nothing morbid
Or lame...
So she and he drank the same
As they came to the raunt of rest
Well, the waiter they gave a test
They said "Water, sans ice."
And it didn't suffice
When it came to them
Floating and cold
But the man was old
(He was just getting older)
So they hand held their ice
Looked around twice
And tossed it over the shoulder
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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