Come listen to my potty mouth
And feel the words of bile
My verbal shit has all gone south
And I've lost my random style
When playing scrabble yesterday
A word I had was 'bonkers'
My opponent blew my game away
As he then spelled out 'Yonkers'
He was a chap from New York City
Determined he would beat me
So I gave up with a well timed ditty
And spelled out 'go on eat me'
I know that's nine letters, but this is nonsense
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