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a curse - for the mildly irritating
a curse - for the mildly irritating
For those who’ve meddled, ired or slighted,
For those who’ve peeved or pinched or blighted
Or fibbed or fooled or faked - or worse
Upon them ever be this curse:
May your earnest endeavours all end in farce.
May your nostrils migrate to just south of your a**e.
May all your teabags get stuck in the spout.
May your luck and your toilet roll always ru...
Thursday 23rd July 2009 10:40 am
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