Merry-hearted Mary handed
Morty Martin many munchies.
Morty Martin munched and muttered
Mumbling a minty mantra
“Miss Mary’s munchies make my muse
Most inspired and divine,
If Mary always bakes these munchies,
Merry Mary should be mine.”
Morty Martin’s mandibular movement
Slowed directly with this thought,
Down upon his knees he threw him,
Noble passions in him fought.
“Marvelous madam, Mary my mink,
Your mouth-watering munchies
Have caused me to think,
If you will have me, marry me now,
I’ll love you more than my finest milch cow!”
Young Mr. Martin missed her reply,
For wise little Mary, about to cry,
Gathered her munchies from Morty’s big hand,
And ran off
and started her
own snack
name-
brand.
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