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8 january 2013

A Lousy Dime


Once upon a desolate and dreary time
That looked very much like wartime,
Too cold and merciless was the clime
I was then at my very best prime.
But, in my pocket were a lonely and lousy dime,
Fully covered with gruesome grime
And next to it, lay the skin of a rotten lime.
Needless to say, it was away past its prime.
 
So hungry I was and so near was lunchtime.
And so hungry I was, anyone could hear my guts chime
But nothing awaited my enraged enzyme’!
For, what on earth could I buy with a lousy dime?
Nothing... Not even the ruins of an ancient pizza full of slime.
Honestly, I began to see myself in endless scenes of justified crime!
‘Cause I just couldn’t stand living on your slime.
Neither did I want to be seen like a mere slime
Especially during the so-called bounteous Christmas time!
I’m so sorry if your Christmas I did spoil with my rhyme.
But, what would you expect from a slime, like me, under the icy rime?
Anyway, Merry Christmas to you all, friends and foes and even slime’






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