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| 'Loosing It' by Trish |
Really, I think her behaviour is poor.
She stays out until all hours of the night,
Comes home well and truly tight.
Seems someone is bunking, her, over her back fence,
It really is ridiculous, it makes no sense.
The woman is at least, let's say around forty,
Far too old to be be acting silly and naughty.
Her looks are fading, I've noted that of late,
And over the past months she's put on weight,
Well, I won't see her for a while, the poor feather head,
She'll barely open her eyes , let alone get out of bed.
Sometimes I must admit, I feel a little sad,
On the rare occasions she speaks , she doesn't seem too bad.
There's signs and symbols, that explain all, to those who can tell,
Maybe, her necklace of pearls, was created in hell?
(Room for future thought)
Tushie
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