NB:

PLEASE DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING IF YOU ARE MORE OFFENDED BY NAUGHTY WORDS, THAN YOU ARE BY THE SIGHT OF MURDERED BABIES!

That Tool’s lost his edge, to be blunt,

but his war dogs are still on the hunt,

and his hands drenched in blood,

deny infants their food.

Now, who else could do that, but a…..............................................

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I’m late, I’m late,

For a very important date,

Yesterday has bin n’ gonee,

Poetry Day went up the Swanee,

Did it float up?…or float right down?

Yes, I was in my favourite pub, in town,

I ducked into the Dog n’ Duck,

(Where t’ pavements are not full o’ muck)

Memory on a great meander,

Leakin’ like a collander,

But at least I’ve read that poem about doggy do,

Thanks...

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