Grunge Poem

“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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