A crowd around me
Some food infront
I finally went
Gulf City this month
My grandma quarrelled
'This food has no salt! '
We sat and awaited
My mum and my aunt
A day at the mall
Any girl would survive
But my guts were melting
Till mummy arrived
Holding back tears
Wouldn't do any good
And mummy arrived
As she said she would
Alas! She arrived
Yet made it all worse
I can't escape
This horrid curse
I'm freezing cold
My apitite's gone
Gulf City felt worse
Than when my brothers were borne
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