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...Sigh...I think he's getting brave you know! Cos he's retiring to the sun! But he's got another thing coming, If he think he's got me on the run! Cos I don't and won't ‘cow-tow,' To having bloody meat! So I think I'm gona be a veggie, So I won't fall off me seat! Cos you know, I faint at the sight of blood, Well, I would if I was a weak wimp…… But after the last 12 months…! I can cope with blood in a blink! You see, this fella sorta fixed me, But he's a cheeky so-and-so, So I had to put him in his place… And of course, to let him know! Know that I'm a bully… When it comes to my steak… And that's why your little chef… Better not make a mistake! Cos then I'd have to batter you, Cos of course, you are his boss…! I was gona say I couldn't care using a word… …That rhymed with ‘boss' But I better not! Cos I'd get shot…! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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