DEAR MR CHEESE
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Dear Mr. Cheese
Do dropp by my office
Tomorrow morning
And collect your fees
For your lovely vintage
Of a poem that you grew
On your vine tree
Now a bouquet
At poem hunter our hearts to please
With rapturous joy our souls did seize
Spam master of the art of poetry
A poem sharing scaring disease
You have bought to his knees
Before you put your manhood
Into his rectum
Instead of petroleum jelly
Please use car grease
You and your kind
Are such a co*k tease
Cheese bits blowing
Cotton wool
In our eyes as breeze
FREE TIBET
Go tell that to the Chinese
