Yo yo yo

yo yo we go,

round the drunken tree.

Halaluya say everyone,

keep away from me.


Polluted and corrupted,

ensuring so much crap.

Its a miracle the lord,

hasn’t tapped my back.


Mother Mary’s hovered round,

with the trolls at her heals.

Its bound to end in disaster,

another poem ends..



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