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The Queen

Contributed by shedblood2005 on Wednesday, 8th June 2005 @ 04:14:19 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Little children don't touch my things,
You get your grubby hands off,
You kids get on my nerves,
Now, now please stop.

You bloody sod,
Your a bit dorky to,
You act like that,
I am ashamed of you.

Don't touch the ceiling of my car,
Don't touch my window panes,
You kids just sit there,
Don't drive me insane.

Oh I am such a wonderful grandma,
I always do the right thing,
Look at me everyone,
I am a british lass.

Hear my accent,
I am now an american to,
But throws out her accent to everyone,
Like she is an american new.

I don't want to spend money,
Want to go into town,
Oh aren't the people funny,
How can they walk around.

Oh wow, look at them,
How can they live like that.

Everything that she speaks,
She thinks she speaks just right,
But what she does is clever,
She is really out of her mind.

What a hoot she is,
Thinking she is better then anyone,
She is living off what her husband left her,
Or she would be as poor as the next one.

I like to ask her to bend over,
Give her a nice kick in the rear,
Tell her go back to England,
Don't ever come back here.

Copyright © shedblood2005 ... [ 2005-06-08 04:14:19]
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Re: The Queen (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 26th December 2005 @ 05:17:51 PM AEST
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funny, angry - awesome
we all have people that get on our nerves, people we hate...but they keep us human

great write

- Beth -

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