Speak to me, ‘Oh toothless one,
Please excuse the babbling talk, my trifling pun,
I had to do it, it was sooo much fun,
It shot like the bullet, of a gun,
Now its time for you to run,
To stay here now, would be dumb,
Either way, I would have won,
Sorry Hun,
It weighed a ton,
All is finished, I am done,
No regrets, sorry, none,
All in all, it's still my bum,
It's nature's way, I asked me mum.
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