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Common Wee Bairn ( C.W.B.)She was the alter ego doll for my oldest daughter, Its aim to be so colourful like ink in fresh water, My daughter was refined, her doll just plain common, It uttered a truth that only the uncouth could summon, It said what we all think, but would never dare to admit, Being able to say as it is, striking a direct meaning a hit, With the cheek of a young rascal, and the charm of a saint, She was quite rough round the edges while her owner so quaint, With a dialect so broad, it added meaning to her jibe, Committing such eloquent satire to that cutting diatribe, Being politically incorrect mattered to her not too much, Why should she give a hoot, she had the common touch, She snorted and coughed, made sounds no lady should share, She spoke with a decorum, that only a satirical doll may dare, We never blamed our daughter that was not part of the game, We blamed the Common Wee Bairn, because that was her name Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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