Clegg Finished the Legs of Greg
Mag's lover hasn't been seen since.
Mag does nothing but in pain wince.
Her tall Greg was her world,her Prince.
"Once dead Forget A Come-Back means! "
Hoe was popularly Greg's foe;
Thus,his dad's farm refused to grow.
A lot Greg had slept on a mat
And guessed not he'd be adding fat.
Off he had to go for slimming
And with Kung Fu started trimming.
Mag had heard of karate king clegg!
"What could he not do to a leg?
Keeps breaking it as voices beg,
Unless he's served wine: A full keg
The purest tap relieved not of dreg"
"Clegg must've finished the legs of Greg!"
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