The tin of spaghettiA Poem by The Enemy
The moody Grinch drove down the road
A smelly man looked like a toad Slimey hands with hair of grease Never giving those girls some peace Always taking spaghetti tins And scrubbing round those dirty bins Gambling shops he wastes some cash Then wonders why he looks like trash Going into that empty house Silent steps just like the mouse He likes to take the little girls stuff Cause he's like a Billy goats gruff
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3 Reviews Added on December 28, 2018 Last Updated on December 28, 2018 AuthorThe Enemyburntwood, Staffs, United KingdomAboutIm Fraggle I have been learning and using Pixel Lighting for a few months and have learend alot with the help of the Xlights group. more..Writing
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