Poem: Bloody Paparazzi.
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“Who the hell is that?”
Is what they think now
When they see their photograph.
Inside, they still feel the same,
So it is quite a shock sometimes.
To see a human tortoise
Gurning for the camera.
It positively explains
The dislike of the old
For unauthorised photographs
Taken by family paparazzi.
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There’s too much blood in my caffeine system.
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