“Grunge Poem!”
I’m taking the plunge(r)
For, when it comes to grunge
I’d better get my Marigolds on.
The grime and the grease!
Don’t call the Dirt Police;
There’ll be nothing to see here
When it’s gone.
I scrub up well
After a little Elbow Oil
And toil, putting my back
Into doing this chore
I lack no more
The means to do this
And endure-
Ants
Is my thang!
Now, where’s that Silly Bang!
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