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Written 14th October 2024
Meryl the Peril
There is an odious gal named Meryl
Go meddling with Meryl at your peril
She bites where it hurts
And calls it her perks
For being an adventurous rebel.
Meryl once bit a fella on the neck
He said “dear, I only asked for a peck”
So peck she then did
And charged fifty quid
He shot off at once and said “I’ve no cheque.”
Meryl ran like a bat out of hell
Used to it Meryl was, one can tell
As there was no way
She’d bite without pay
For she was going through a dry spell.
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