At A Prize Giving Speech - Poem by Gert Strydom
The words of an inspector became meaningless
as if he was all along talking rubbish and turned clueless
when he heard the music teacher fart
and without excuse had a attack of the heart
and his droll stories couldn't amuse or bless, became nothingness.
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