104 – What Ails Him

Poem number 104
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What Ails Him
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Sweaty pits and runny shit
And breath that really smells
Green tinged sputum in his spit
He really isn’t well.
Take him down to A&E
Perhaps they’ll put him right
And if you pay them 50p
They’ll let him stay the night.

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