If you are a bit like me
and think some poems are rather twee,
(or even quite
a little trite.)
Then perhaps it would be wise in future
To give your lip a little suture
And mention not a single word
About dat bloody tweeting bird.
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Into Answerbank one day.
The folks there seemed as mad as me,
So I thought I'd like to stay.
I've had some spats I will admit,
The odd aber has been snappy,
But tough..... I'm afraid you're stuck with me,
'Cos you mostly make me happy.
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