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I left Mabel to look after the plumber
A token of my trust in one so new
My ex-girlfriend rang on the land line
And Mabel saw red, her fuses blew
When I got home the bathroom was smashed
My new peach bidet lay in bits on the floor
No sign of Mabel, just her handiwork
And a bathroom with blood on the door
We think we know someone but don't
Jealousy with their re...
Monday 27th July 2020 11:27 am
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