Poem: Mardy Git.
Mardy Git.
.
.
For the things I just said
I’m not sorry one bit,
You are just a sad loser
A real mardy git.
You kept strutting your stuff
An’ you tret me like shit
You’re a blot on my life
Just a bloody big zit.
.
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By Jaksie on December 7th, 2009
Mardy Git.
.
.
For the things I just said
I’m not sorry one bit,
You are just a sad loser
A real mardy git.
You kept strutting your stuff
An’ you tret me like shit
You’re a blot on my life
Just a bloody big zit.
.
.
He seems a shit,
Your Mardy Git;
But, oh why,
Did the guy,
First seem a hit?
Algernon.
Your response was a hoot
And quite clever to boot,
Tho’ the sentiment written -
Wasn’t me who was smitten!
But my girlfriends get mad
If their judgement is bad
And the chap that they choose
Is more fond of his booze.