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Fat tarts with ugly tatsBehold it's the fat tarts with ugly tats, With screaming kids in shopping carts, Tannoys blare with repetitive songs, Husbands look as if just off bongs. It's Saturday morning, they re out in force, To our shopping centres they head of course, The weird, life's oddities, here they come, No smoking allowed, so they're chewing gum, I'm not so judgemental, I'm just amused, Society's oddballs that have me confused, My upbringing I believe was quite mundane, Oh these creatures to me are quite insane. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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