Dear Lucy
I brushed my teeth both day and night
to try remove the taste of shite,
now I find out you put it there,
along with some ginger pubic hair.
Tom
Dear Tom
The pubic hair just isn't mine,
It could be Bob the filthy swine,
or possibly I am thinking that
it could be Sally's ginger cat.
Lucy
Dear Sally
Thank you for the soup today,
we didn't throw a drop away!
The meat was perhaps a little stringy,
and tasted like a Wombats thingy.
Bob
Dear Bob
Please refrain when you get the feeling,
from sticking your pants to the kitchen ceiling.
A pair peeled off in my veggie stew,
so I liquidised it for Tom and you!
Sally
Dear All
I came in pissed last night and found
my ginger pussy on the ground,
damp and filthy and all forlorn,
exposed to the elements on the back lawn.
Sally
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