#32, #33, #34

Snot freezes in air,
Front steps need more salt on them,
Why do I live here?

Gordon Ramsay rocks,
You tell it, baby, 'fuck ya',
"Clean up your act, cook."

Babe will ambulate,
Stands sometimes, steps soon to come,
You watch out, Mama!

#31

How does it happen,

That two darks put together,

Can make one so fair?