What am I?
I bob away in lifes saucepan
Am I an egg or am I a man?
If I was baked would I be
A quiche or a flan?
If I was pickled would I be
Jarred or canned?
Am I corned beef?
Or spam?
Maybe bad graffiti
On the side of a van
Or tram.
I know who I am!
A poet whos
Lyrics must be
BANNED!














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