Sister Jeckyll
¶ 1
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Rosy-complexioned, as sweet as a lamb,
Humming a tune while she pushes the pram,
Dressed to the nines in her satin and lace,
A look of contentment all over her face.
Her beautiful neck, clasped so tightly with pearls,
Is partially hidden by shoulder-length curls.
Yes, we were surprised at her cursing and scowling
When she pole axed the ref who had booked her for fouling.
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