Oh Dear, What Can the Matter Be Inspired By Contest
For heavens sake
What is it now
It’s running late
Just take a bow
The show has ended
I’m worn slap out
You both pretended
I ceased to shout
But now I’m tired
Of your tattle tongue
So much transpired
Accusations sprung
Far fetched tales
Exaggerations
A fishy smell
Is operating
So tell me, dear
What in the world
Has brought you here
With your lip curled
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