I met a man on Dendry Lane
He told me we were chums
He shook my hand with might and main
I kicked him in the bum
He fell and squawled with sundry cries
He screamed, "It's bloody murder!"
I felt my indignation rise
I popped him one with fervor
I thought, "Who is this gentleman?
What is this churlish game?
The nerve! The gall! He's not my friend!"
I left him there quite lame
And so I left with joy restored
I'd rid the world of scum
And if your down and out or bored
Go kicking peoples bums
©itrius
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