Dudley Bee
Dudley Bee, bounced around through the town. Smelling grand, whiskey wet, no regret. Only pissing on the tree. His remorse, buried deep within, codgers bin, his only sin, he never wanted to be. Dudley fast, when he was asked, How did you come to be? answer buried deep within, Wanting gin, Dudley could never see. Bourbon breath, hiding haunt, Dudley cannot tell, Which hell, had driven him to flee. World taste, bravos hate, Hunted Dudley Bee.
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