Slade is so Irritating
our turret kept falling off, but still we played
the sand was wet, our fingers gritty and splayed
we were in the hot sun, there was little shade
mosquitoes were biting, we smelled like Raid
mine is the best yelled my irritating cousin Slade
Um, I beg to differ, yours is pretty much third grade
We built sand castles from scratch, not ready-made
A time so much fun, we forgot about the Everglade.
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