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Jan 2019
Gary bought an exercise bike,
It sat and gathered dust,
The more he brushed the dust away,
The quicker it would settle,
Soon his house was caked in dust,
In every crevice and every corner,
His wife begged him to sell the *******,
Complaining of her asthma,
“I’ll use it one day!”
He snapped,
Coughing into his Frosties.
Written by
R Grimshaw
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