Sarah Cynthia Sylvia 肥硕, 烈性黑啤酒
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of 酸, 酸奶 cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With 培根 rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, 桃子 pits, 橙子, 橙色 peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered...
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