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The Tale of Humma and Mush

This is a story with a happy beginning,
of a couple of hearts that needed winning.

One was huge taking lots of space,
and one was old and lacking pace.

Both hearts were kind and giving,
and both thought that nothing was missing!

A fateful day some years ago
changed all of this, as you well know.

The two hearts bumped, and started a flow
of happy times destine to grow.

And in this time, two birds in this bush
became the legend of Humma and Mush.

So which is which, you might ask,
but that’s too easy, this is your task.

We will say this, and this is a clue,
one is a sexy mama and the other uses no shampoo.

They moved into a dirty old club
and made it a home instead of a pub.

They filled it with up with a horse and a rat
(Not really, it’s just a dog and a cat).

They even took the plunge and got wed
and here‘s another hint, Mush wore red.

Now Humma and Mush were King and Queen
and dominated their little town and the whole art scene.

They ruled with passion and pride
(and ruled the noobs that came inside).

The couple are now in the mood for a change
for a breath of fresh air and a home on the range.

They view the future with hope and faith
and know that God will keep them safe.

By – Humma and Mush.

Date night this week was to create a poem. I hope you get a good laugh as we did.

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