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Spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch,
Gobstoppers, monkeys and candles,
This is the poem for hopping the scotch
Or riding a bike in your sandals.

This is a poem with metre and rhyme,
Crybaby, lunchbox and tree-climb,
I write this kind of stuff all of the time,
From breakfast through school until tea-time.

Teacher says I am a pain in the arse,
Stay after school for detention,
I am the silliest boy in the class,
My poems are full of pretension.

Why don't you write like the other kids do?
Prose masquerading as poems.
They don't do rhymes and so whyfore should you?
Fish-sticks and bleak jeroboams.

Dinosaurs, X-Boxes, knickers and twit,
Monkey-wrench, turnkeys and blow-off,
You're gonna find yourself deep in the shit
If you don't stop being a show-off.