Introduction

i keep getting poems submitted to me. This poem is submitted by, can you hear the barefoot accountant as he shouts outside my door? He was roaring there. I'm not going to explain what that was about. If you didn't understand thit, it means you weren't listening to the previous badcasts. But i have a poem for ye this week. I found it in a mouse's nest behind a microwave in my mother's house. It's called patrick wase's dak har. Bring your children to patrick swases da care with branches and car and sneam where toddlers can coddle and dream. Patrick swase is dead, but his memory is