The wattle on a magnificent frigate bird,
Breathy and short, a tremulous life pout
Laid out the reviews, calm and filleted,
With such powers spirit discharged defeat.
The angry crowd is appeased by an address,
Europe breaking into the channel of pears,
We are a naked nation with bleak, bare bones
Ready to negotiate bearing humiliate tears.
A short life of strife by the kind of dignity
you look to find in a union seriously behind,
undermined, in the world our beloved country
those we rely upon for help are not inclined.
To make us Strong, we must promote this land,
become more than the mass of an angry terrier,
blasting from the past this attacking mass gang
Gets the blood rising without any temperature.
What matters most is lifestyle unique resolute,
Fit for the purpose to govern our poorer ego.
Reprehension is not a pension for a short life,
But the execrable, is a means to sink below.
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