Wop Wops

Wops Wopps = For the gardener, For the grubby ones, For the loaner ——— The thinker. Here are a few offerings for you ——— and a poem = Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, im going to the garden to eat some worms ……. Big fat juicy one’s, Long thin skinny ones …….. see how they wriggle and see how they squirm.