This wreck of a girl at the club'll
Hop around like she's light as a bubble.
When dancin' she goes
(Oh her poor partner's toes!)
She lumbers like drunk Barney Rubble.
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| Image by curran.kelleher via Flickr |
My ego could burst like a bubble.
I'm a wreck of a poet in trouble.
The way my words lumber
Might induce you to slumber,
Plus I'm not very good at rhyming.
