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Pretty Boy, my alter ego
Contributed by
norm
on
Friday, 23rd May 2003 @ 12:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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When Pretty Boy is on the juice He speaks in 'Bird' like Dr Suess, One time I saw him chat with moose When P.B.'s on the juice.
I saw him take a motor car and run it near and run it far, Until the wheels were caked with tar When P.B. hits the bar.
I've seen him fly an aeroplane and dive a field in sun or rain, It's clear to see he's quite insane When P.B.'s on the loose.
When P.B. golfs and drives the ball The ball just soars and doesn't fall, I've seen it roll into the mall With P.B. under par.
P.B. is my alter ego, where he goes, he puffs a ceego, LIsten, girls, ma knows we glow while P.B. has the booze.
It's true, a roue I could be and put the blame on old P.B. In actuality it's me That goes too far..harhar.
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norm
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2003-05-23 00:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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