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You’re chock full of kingsize bull crap Though female you are not a chap A well-practiced liar Whose pants are on fire Your vitriol I’d love to zap Just little things make you so ratty You’ll spit venom, gee you’re darn catty With a scowl and a frown You will put good folk down With hindsight I think you’re quite batty Your language you need to remodel I’m fed up of reading your twaddle You can’t leave folk alone Like a dog with a bone Try using that brain in your noddle May I offer a little advice If you cannot say anything nice Keep your mouth fully closed Your bull crap’s been exposed Go back to your fool’s paradise King-Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest Sponsored by Charles Messina 01/05/22
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