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Source: Adults

Author: matthew newman

Title: She started it

She said " I'll dance upon your grave
you'll die much sooner than me."
" Fine " I replied " You dance away
I'm being buried at sea."

She said " I spat in every meal
that you sat down and ate."
" Fine" I replied " When you turned round
you missed me switch your plate."

She said " Your looks disgust me
and you look like some old witch."
"Fine" I replied " Who knitted your face
and went and dropped a stitch?"

She said " Your body makes me sick
all the shape of a blade of grass."
" Fine" I replied " Do tell your secret
of having such a big fat arse."

She said " I really hate your mouth
and your black teeth make me faint."
" Fine " I replied " Shall we bottle your breath
and sell it for stripping paint?"

She said " Your willy is really small
you could do with a bigger funnel."
"Fine" I replied " Get something done
about your over stretched wind tunnel".

She said " You're really crap at sex
it's better with your brother."
" Fine " I replied " 'Cause I much prefer
half an hour with your mother."

She aid " I only married you
'cause I was in the family way.
" Fine " I replied " I only married you
to stop the rumours I was gay."

She said " I've lost count of the times
I've wished you dead you shit."
" Fine" I replied " I've just dug a grave
and it's got your name on it."

She said " I've met a man with means
who knows what money is all about."
" Fine " I replied " I've won the football pools
don't slam the door on your way out."

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