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Lucky Cliff
Cliff stood in the middle,
To watch this fearsome fight,
Two lovely lady's punching,
To prove which one was right.
Each lady blamed the other,
For stealing her sweet man,
And Cliff, so hot and heaving,
Quietly watched beside a fan.
Shoes and socks and knickers,
Were flung so far, and wide,
Cliff fearing for his safety,
Watched from safe,inside.
And when the fight was finished,
Each brushed the other down.
And then they put on makeup,
To cover up each frown.
Poor Cliff was left there standing,
His mind in quite a whirl,
So he gave each lovely lady,
A shiny string of pearls.
Now everyone was happy,
He took a lady, on each arm,
So he could protect them both,
From coming to more harm.
And so the happy trio,
Went shopping for gold rings,
Cliff's heart was gently happy,
He felt as rich, as a king.
Joy Weare.
13th September, 2004.
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