Mud and dud on my shoes
Spuds in my mouth
Suds on my foes and glues
Thoughts and noughts fly South.
Mud on my reputation
Spuds and duds in my gun
Suds and Scud missiles in my mission
Thoughts and noughts in my bun.
Mud in buds on my flowers
Spuds and guards on my gate
Suds and surds in my showers
Thoughts and noughts in my fate.
Mud and buddies in my inner circle
Spuds and duds on my radio station
Suds and pads in my icicle
Thoughts and noughts in my destination.
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