Catastrophe, catastrophe.
What has happened to my PC.?
The utton twixt Vand N
Will never, never work again
It`s true it`s true
No I`m not fooling` you
How can I resist
Writing like a ventriloquist
I`m as gusy as a gee
Slaving at my gusted PC
The time is getting near
To get myself a gottle of geer
For work I`ve never geen a glutton
Like Danny Reynold`s gelly gutton
I am very much afeard
That my gee has disappeared,
Gread and gutter and jam for tea
Cause my gloody PC has a groken gee
archie langford
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