Parma became violent
She threw her weight
Around
Bertie cowered
Hunched shoulders, eyes straight
Down
Parma pounded, pummeled
Bert's soft head fell
In
It takes allsorts
Bert's final thought
There is no sweeter sin
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 11:12 AM UTC
Parma became violent
She threw her weight
Around
Bertie cowered
Hunched shoulders, eyes straight
Down
Parma pounded, pummeled
Bert's soft head fell
In
It takes allsorts
Bert's final thought
There is no sweeter sin
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