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I was staggering to the mall,
in my own decrepid way,
When I got accosted by a Shiela,
who shook my hand said ‘hey’,
Busy as a flustered bee,
I brushed her off today,
A parting quip from her it came,
“With rotten breath, I'd not be game,
To walk the streets, like sweet Igraine,
A toilet duck would drown in pain,
This bludger is insane,
Beware foul, fowl, hey, hay.”
i have this affect on women....