Tsuk! Tsuk! Tsuk!
I was sure the baby suck
but to come and behold!
the Dodie nursed in its nose
the 'Tsuk' made from it's pouted lips
got it out it's nose, stuck it in its mouth
got it out it's mouth, shove it up it's nostrils
it's eyes glaring cop out, I back out.
baby got off the couch, did it's knot on its beards
got his box and 'Tsuk' to work on his wheel legs.

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