417 – Crisps and Spam

Poem number 417

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Crisps and Spam

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I would be a bit happee

If I could win the lotteree

A million pounds of new monee

To spend on crisps and spam

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I’d splash the cash on cups of tee

For homeless and the elderlee

I’d take them to a nice cafee

To buy them crisps and spam

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I’d take an orphan on my knee

And give the poor boy fifty pee

And help him climb a conker tree

Then buy him crisps and spam

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But I won’t win the lotteree

I’ll stay as poor as poor can bee

But I don’t mind because, you see

I don’t like crisps and spam

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