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BLACK BELT
He was small and unassuming.
He was sitting in a pub
With a pint of Double Diamond
And a plateful of pub grub.
At the bar the local loud-mouth
Was making such a row,
He felt it was his duty
To shut him up some how.
He went up to him and asked him
If he would stop the noise,
The loud-mouth roared with laughter.
Our friend retained his poise.
And said "I'd better warn you
That I practice martial art,
I'm the owner of a black belt
So don't you be so smart"
"Well isn't it a small world!"
Said this fellow, "I am, too".
And he really wasn't kidding.
Our friend's in ward B2.
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