A lady's bag,
What a drag,
In there everywhere,
There's everything.
Perhaps nothing.
She's going spare
Ripping out 'er 'air.
'The damn thing's in here somewhere.'
'What is it
That or this? '
'Hey man,
My bag, don't diss.'
'I have a zip
In the bottom.
That's where
All things and everything
Is! ! ! '
'So there! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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