There once was a young lass called Aileen,
Whose mind was definately failing.
She confused a horse for a cow,
And a fall for a bow,
And parsnip for parsley golore.
So her friends,they stepped in,
And caused quite a din,
Until she read dictionaries for fun,
No more mistakes with a hot cross bun.
Rhyming is really hard.......... screw this.
(fiona canning, '06)
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