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Simon Jr.
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
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Friday, 19th July 2002 @ 06:21:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
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When silly Simon Simpleton
Gazes at his simple son,
He often wonders why he fights
With people on his Friday nights.
He knows his tact is lacking, still
His son, the sapper, makes his kill.
He drains their souls and drains their minds
He watches as stern stuff unwinds.
He tells them of their wrongful ways
And laughs at their stupefied daze.
He says theyre backwards from whats right
And assures himself that every night.
He goes against immortal foes
By arguing his mortal woes.
The battle though, is never won
For when he stops, hes just begun.
He cant prevent his final fate
And so his life is wasted weight.
Socially, hed not gone far
By when he met that fatal car,
His parents rites were all of those
To which hed spent his life opposed,
And in the ground he calmly rests,
Surrounded by those sheepish pests.
A Hell in Earth, to which hes bound
Under six feet of social ground,
Proves that he is truly cursed,
For in his mind, theres nothing worse.
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Re: Simon Jr.
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by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 27th November 2002 @ 07:23:54 AM AEST
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