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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Oct 31, 2011    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Some little bastards TPed my house and my yard.
I put them over my knees and spanked them hard.
They ran home and told their moms and pops.
Thirty minutes later I was arrested by some cops.

I spent Halloween night behind bars.
Those kids returned and egged my car.
They also left a flaming bag of poop at my door.
They vandalised my house but at least their butts were sore.





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