Poems about love
make me want to
throw up -
My hat,
in the wind,
because I said on
live radio that I'd eat
it, if I ever wrote a
poem about love.

I can make a new
hat, but I can't make
love, brewers droop,
besides, I'd rather a
pint of Guinness any
day, than get ******.

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