Ding **** ding.
Could you make any more?
The noise you're creating,
now my ears are sore.
You have a brass neck.
Who's pulling your strings,
and now every Sunday
a crowd turns up and sings.
So, ding **** ding.
Now, la la la
because you're a *******
Yes, that's what you are!
Poetry by Kaydee.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Ding **** ding.
Could you make any more?
The noise you're creating,
now my ears are sore.
You have a brass neck.
Who's pulling your strings,
and now every Sunday
a crowd turns up and sings.
So, ding **** ding.
Now, la la la
because you're a *******
Yes, that's what you are!
Poetry by Kaydee.
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