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Aug 2014
Romeo hath *******
and gone to the pub
to partake of six pints of ale
with his mate Scrub

thy hopes he doesn't
get booked by the cops
as he drives home
with his portly belly full of hops

Romeo is vexing and irking
me no old end
he's been excessively visiting
pubs all weekend

doth his affections
for me no longer exist
hath beer swilling
taken priority on his list

thine shall be stowing
his wallet away
so Romeo can't go out
on the town to play
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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