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You've Got a Friend |
Poetry's a pleasant means
Of giving vent to angry spleens.
The message may be quite malicious
If the phrasing is judicious.
Soothe your deepest irritation,
But choose a word whose connotation
Shows the edge of your disdain
Without inflicting too much pain.
One needn't ever be too blunt;
A man is "tiny" - not a "runt" -
That "buxom broad" is "well-endowed" -
That group of kids is just a "crowd" -
And not a "gang," if one desires
To keep the air in all his tires.
Use a word that says you're joking;
Never make it too provoking.
Paint with words of soft description;
That's my caution, my prescription.
Don't call that gay man a "fruit" -
'Cause even "runts" and "fags" can shoot!
"I'm glad I taught my birds to sing;
My flowers turned out nice.
My honey bee will need to sting,
But cannot do it twice.
"I've earned a day of rest," He said.
"But still, it's not quite done."
So He went back to work instead,
And gave me my two sons.
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