First we drive to Foxrock
Collect Poppers
Tell the cabbie step on it
Back to Coppers
Lots of pompous types
I’d have stuffed in lockers
Between PE and lunchtime
Special project is getting wrecked
Once we set sail I’m happy
On the deck in my captain’s hat
Drinking old fashioneds
Lashing lashes out of it
Smashed her gash so hard she lost lashes
When she was on her back
My flank suffered slashes.
Alchemisland 
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