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This is all about Cazz. Sorry to take away webspace from the oh-so-good Nat. Cazz, this is a picture of you:
It doesn't matter that it doesn't look like her, because she has cool Cazz clips in her hair!! Hmmmm, here's a poem:
Cazz
is
groovy,
she
looks
like
a
banana
smoothie.
Always
cheerful,
barely
tearful.
This
gal
skips
french
and
phys,
but
that’s
coz
she
needs
to
take
a
wizz.
She's
so
nice
and
kind,
too
bad
she
isn't
blind.
Don't
ask
me
why
that
matters,
between
you
and
me
it's
coz
she's
crackers.
Like
I
said,
she
has
cool
clips,
and
I
reckon
she
loves
them
to
bits.
This
istheendofmycruddypoem,
anyone
wholikedit,I
say"blow'em".
That's
theirfault,
not
thefaultofthesafetyvault.
There you go, that's the story of her life. If you can't read it because of the funky colors, then here it is again in black:
Cazz
is groovy,
she
looks like a banana smoothie.
Always
cheerful,
barely
tearful.
This
gal skips french and phys,
but
that’s coz she needs to take a wizz.
She's
so nice and kind,
too
bad she isn't blind.
Don't
ask me why that matters,
between
you and me it's coz she's crackers.
Like
I said, she has cool clips,
and
I reckon she loves them to bits.
This
is the end of my cruddy poem,
anyone
who liked it, I say "blow 'em".
That's
their fault,
not
the fault of the safety vault.
Alright, that's enough of weird-arse poems for me. Maybe I won't attempt any ever again.