Defeat
My poor feet
I feel beat
Starving must eat
Can't find a treat
Aah there's a sweet
I've just had a tweet
From a neighbour down the street
She asks me to be discreet
And promise not to repeat
Her friend's husband is a cheat
I let her bleat and bleat
I had to find a seat
I had no gossip to compete
So my ramblings are complete
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