The critic downtown
shakes his shiny crown with frown.
In all art we’d drown.
Quickly relieve strife
and they all pay! And your wife.
But how aren’t you rife?
Wall had a picture
sudden loosed of its fixture!
Ghost and it’s stricture!!!
Twas she named Pinkie
who did look so slow slinky.
During a night inky.
But Paul’s conniving
to vehicular striving
had him reviving.
As greens grew up air
our obedience did pair
to wholly foreswear.
I made that Sofie
had her runners and coffee.
Dreams were of toffee…
Those in glebe thought ‘dweeb’
but prejudice ain’t worth thebe.
We’re all of us plebe.
Geordie upon crag
uses pipe to fill his bag.
Tune still makes me gag.
Frequently I sit
sole in the dark–forget it.
Working out my bit.
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