Vienna Bombardier
There is a lady
In my Soups,
She writes poetry
As she stoops
To think about philosophy
Or talk about life's mystery.
And everytime I read her songs,
I must use the dictionnary
To understand the rights and wrongs
Of her deep dip-in poetry:
I sent her back
A bomb attack !
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