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Kung Phew

Over the years I've spent many hours And a lot of money On trying to master The ancient art of kung fu Just like other students do. Then one night on TV An advert saying Master the art of kung fu In half an hour For free!. So I put on my king fu suit And travelled to the place And suddenly a very old Chinese man With a long beard on his face Appeared. Out of nowhere He produced a jar full of bees Opened the jar And set them free. Well the students threw Their arms and legs Punches and kicks all over the place At a lightening pace. We were all awarded A belt of the highest degree Now I'm not scared of anyone Thanks to the Chinese man And his jar of bees. ''Did you hear the one about the karate expert who joined the army, and killed himself on the first day the first day? He saluted.'' Peter Dome.copyright.2914.march.

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