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Contributed by poeticjestix on Thursday, 9th June 2011 @ 12:52:08 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

Shelly's famous, on the telly
as Jeremy Kyle rants and raves a while
the wretched t.v. Girl must know
her child's father at the show
the camera pans, then zooms on her
spotty, fat, with tied back hair
tissue clasped within her hand
that night spent with another man
her blokes best mate who has a job
and drives a 4 by 4, the nob
he seduced her with a smile
Kentucky bucket shared, meanwhile
her boyfriend, upstairs, whacked on dope
was far too stoned to even grope
so whilst he slept, she shared her bucket
clean up tissue wipe then chuck it
he left soon as the deed was done
the shame of it, he fired his gun
9 months later, out came Sheneece
her mind was never right. No peace
so she went and rang the show
Sheneece's father? Got to know
an envelope opened, drum roll
her boyfriend crying, broken soul
relief at last as father named
or not, to shell shocked Shelley's shame
as both participants denied
her gate unlocked and open wide
the crowd all laugh and joke and sneer
her eyes are closed, bottled with fear
So Jeremy asks naturally
"Thought there were 2, but are there 3?"
but that don't add up, that was over
was it that bloke who drove a rover?
His dashing smile but so cheesey
much more than pizza delivery
was done that night, her garlic naan
was devoured by that man
out steps skinny, slimySteve
will her daughter finally achieve
the knowledge of her broken past?
All hope is lost rather fast
as Jeremy let's tension live
before proclaiming “negative!”

Copyright Â© poeticjestix ... [ 2011-06-09 00:52:08]
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Re: test (User Rating: 1 )
by poeticjestix on Thursday, 9th June 2011 @ 11:14:46 AM AEST
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apologies reader. My cut and paste skills have let me down as lines 2 and 3 are missing and I can't remember them. Oh well, never mind!

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