You can make up your own pictures.
If you give a rat some cold pizza for breakfast…
…he’ll probably want some stale beer to wash it down.
He will dig through the ashtrays, looking for a smokeable butt…
….he will sniff through the t-shirts on the floor, to try to find out which one smells the least.
He will gargle with the last of your Scope…
…and then put on way, way too much Polo….
…and he will head to class.
Not Polo, Patchouli!
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I meant James Whitcomb Riley when I mentioned listening to the poem that mentions “and the wind goes woooo”.