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Fawn, Lick and Grovel
Fawn, Lick and Grovel’s advice has come in:
Turn the other cheek, take it on the chin.
It’s should be simple to sit there and grin,
While he spills all his gibberish and bile
(In other circumstances, you might smile).
You have to be his stooge and feel his smack,
And grit your teeth as you’re stabbed in the back.
A handshake with the king, or fulsome praise,
May push humili...
Saturday 15th March 2025 5:09 pm
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