Brussel Sprouts
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Dear Mary, yes it would be bliss,
To eat some sprouts with you in Diss,
That levellers we may be reckoned,
Perhaps we’d better eat some seconds,
But if the points they dare to switch,
We must avoid West Bromwich.
The local team it suffers routs,
Its Safeway sells few brussels sprouts,
So Mary give West Brom a miss,
‘Stead watch the football match in Diss,
Diss has no hooligans and louts,
Just lots of British brussel sprouts.
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