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Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Bag of Wind

Bag of Wind

Gulping, slurping does the braggart.
Know-it-all, the world is his!
Blah, Blah, Blah...with the thunder-like fart.
Yes, he knows his neighbor's hiss.

One day, he sneaked in her lens.
"What are you up to?",  he curiosly asked.              
Oh, nothing, stinky brain!
Leaving him puzzled and aghast.

I got you, "cussing" dingbat!
Stop burrowing, your own grotty nest.
You're an immatured spoiled brat.
Go get your nose on your mother's breast! 

He's back, boozed-up!
With buckets of "sober" ale in his rucksack.
Yelling, barking on the wrong dreck  dump.
Waiting for the full moon, to tap his back. 


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