Poems That Came From a Beanstalk

Holy Mo-ley

Holy Mol-ey
Guacamole

I sure wish Gavin
Would make that Guacamole

I am fully aware
That saying Guacamole twice

Doesn't count as a rhyme
But hey, Guacamole

I am stressed wholly
By our lack of Guacamole

We went to the store soully
For groceries -and while strolling

We chose two not ripened fully
Cause you said you would make that sweet Guacamole

Gavin

Now they've sat around rolling
At the bottom of the fridge, soon molding

I would do it myself, hold see
But I'm crap at making the Guacamole

I see this as a compliment

So for God's goodness please make something of those two poor avocados rolling around in the archives of our first world problems that's good produce wasting down there thanks