Fatcats Are Back
You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.
Adorned with updated,
Sheepskins attached.
And with delivered 'empathy'.
How do you like that?
You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.
We've implemented a blockade,
To ensure your needs...
Will never see the light of day.
And from you they will fade.
Remember getting rid of us,
As we lined our pockets full?
Remember we reeked havoc...
To fool with deceit,
You ate with a lot of 'bull'?
And we watched you laughing,
At attempts to correct.
But you refused to research our activities...
To ensure your backs will never again be attacked.
You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.
Adorned with updated,
Sheepskins attached.
And with delivered 'empathy'.
How do you like that?
Fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Related quotes
You've Been Booted So Scoot
Mismatchd mates fight.
In arguments..
Over who did what wrong.
Inspite of who is right.
And which one makes more sense...
To convince the one incensed!
Both are stubborn infidels,
Yelling to end a relationship...
That has been sitting precariously,
On a dubious fence.
While anyone listening in on this,
Wishes they both shut up.
And seal their lips.
Instead of making loud noises.
And breaking up stuff in fits.
Anyone listening to this nonsense sits down.
Or creeps to the wall without making a sound.
To hear very carefully...
With hopes the floor doesn't creek.
As they tip toe around...
To get their ears close as possible,
To what is near...
And going down!
'I saw you cheating on me,
With that home wrecker living across the street.
If you believe that sleaze is better...
You can get up from here and leave.'
~You aint my momma or my poppa.
Stop trying to control everything I do.
I'm not the one pleasured in midnight specials.
The dogs and cats know that rat is you! ~
*ooo...ssshhh.
This is juicy.*
~You don't have the authority,
To tell me what I can't do.
I will do what I please!
Your booty aint that good to screw! ~
*Lawd!
Now YOU know...
When the booty aint right,
That starts a fight.
ooo...this is juicy*
~If anyone here is going to get up and leave...
You're the one that's going to do it.
And if you don't,
I'll call the police.
And when they arrive...
I'll lie to say you've been hitting on me.~
*Lie-uh! *
~Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
Pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
You and and I are finished...
And that door you're going through!
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot!
You don't have to bother,
To put on your shoes.
Just pack your bags.
I've had it.
Get up and get out.
You've been booted,
So scoot! ~
*Don't you dare!
I wont get this excitement anywhere.*
**Horace...
Will you come from over there,
And sit down!
You are worse than you say,
My nosy friends are! **
*Sssshhh...*
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Skit To Scoot I Had To Scat
With a skit to scoot I had to scat.
Don't want to be bothered,
To stay where I'm not wanted at.
Even my days sleeping on the door mat,
Is a life threatening challenge...
If I should try to sneak back.
And for a cat replaced by a dog...
Why am I attracted,
To attempt getting into the sack with that?
When there are other cats,
Willing to teach me to use my eyes...
To get picked up!
A purring with a soft 'meow' these days,
Just does not work!
And I remember when being a Tabby,
Was the rage.
Today?
People will settle for a mongrel.
House broken or not.
And I am a full fledged 'intelligent' Tabby.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad Sacking Uncle Daddies
My heart goes out,
To those unknown who carry...
In their minds they can not rid,
The fact...
They are the products,
Of some sad sacking uncle daddies.
And these uncle daddies brag about their kids.
As if supporting them is what they did!
But they don't care a bit.
OR do a disciplining.
All these uncle daddies do,
Is dropp a seed to leave and scoot.
I'd like to shout from rooftops,
But to who would give a hoot?
I'd like to stick my booted foot,
Up a pooter with a couth.
But...
Who would benefit from it?
Not the kids who walk around,
With feelings dismissed.
I'd like to shout from rooftops,
But to who would give a hoot?
I'd like to stick my booted foot,
Up a pooter with a couth.
To knock some sense in uncle daddies.
Those sad sacking uncle daddies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Be That Way
[ella]
April skies are in your eyes
But darling, dont be blue
Dont cry,
Oh honey please
Dont be that way
Clouds in the sky
Should never make you feel that way
The rain
Will bring the violets of may
Tears are in vain so honey please dont be that way
As long as we
See it through
Youll have me
Ill have you
Sweetheart
Tomorrow is another day
Dont break my heart
Oh honey, please dont be that way
[louis]
Dont cry,
Oh honey please
Dont be that way
Clouds in the sky
Should never make you feel that way
The rain
Will bring the violets of may
Tears in vain
So honey please dont be that way
As long as we
Will see it through
Youll have me
And Ill have you
Sweetheart
Tomorrow is another day
Dont break my heart
Oh honey, please dont be that way
Dont cry
Dont cry, dont cry
Oh honey, please dont be that way
Oh honey, please dont be that way
Clouds in the sky
Dig those crazy sky
Should never make you feel that way
So dont be that way
Dig the rain
Pitter pitter pitter pitter patter
Bring the violets of may
Pitter patter of the rain drops
Tears in vain
Tears, tears
So honey please dont be that way
Dont be that way
As long as we
(scat)
Will see it through
(scat)
Oh baby, youll have me
(scat)
And Ill have you
(scat)
Sweetheart
(scat)
Tomorrow is another day
Tomorrow is another day
Dont break my heart
(scat)
Oh honey, please dont be that way
(scat)
Looky here, baby dont cry
(scat)
Oh honey, please dont be that way
(scat)
Clouds in the sky
(scat)
Should never make you feel that way
(scat)
Yeah, dont cry
(scat)
Honey, please dont be that way
(scat)
Clouds in the sky
(scat)
Oh honey, please dont be that way
No honey, Ill never be that way
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Refuse To Be Muted
Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.
Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Do choose.
Decide to be better than that.
Do choose.
Unstrap from shackles that trap.
You are much more than that.
Put some heat under your feet...
Know your destiny is yours,
To meet and greet.
Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Know you're better than that!
Refused to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted.
Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
And, select your steps.
Reach and seek the best.
Do choose!
And refuse to be muted.
Confused and disputed,
To choose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Want To Do What You Want To Do
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You are quick with fault to feed,
Anyone you do not need!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
You will do just as you please,
Caring less who you deceive!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet that you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
But...
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You are quick with fault to feed,
Anyone you do not need!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mutual Head Club
Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and I just keep thinkin
that I never meant it to be like this (to be like this)
You know what comes next (so do I)
Youre begging for a way to gracefully bow out
and say goodnight
It's worse than you think
On your way home, you should have known
you never listen to me
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
I cant say I blame you
but I wish that I could
Im sick of writing every song about you
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Many 'Boos' Have Been Booted
Many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And,
Many have adopted a new campaign.
Those boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
Nicknames once adopted for each other have gone.
And now they're out to prove they are nobody's ding-dongs.
Many 'boos' have been booted,
And the pain they feel will not be...
Muted.
Many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And,
Many have adopted a new campaign.
Trying to shake an old boo from their game.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And...
Those boos scooted try to get unhooked.
But with their noses opened it is hard to shake that look.
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop...
Have been de-rooted.
Ma-many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And those boos scooted try to get unhooked,
But with their noses opened it is hard to shake that look.
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop...
Can not accept they've been de-rooted.
Bruised boos!
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop,
Have been de-rooted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~63~
Get back!
Get back I say!
Get back.
How dare you sneak up on me like this?
Get back!
Get back I say!
Get back.
How dare you?
How dare you?
How dare you?
Get back!
'Grandpa? '
And will you stop calling me that!
I do not have children.
OR grandchildren.
And IF I did...
They will show me much more respect,
Than you have.
GRANDPA?
'God, thatnk You for saving me,
From a lifetime spent in prison.'
'You funny as hell,
Gramps.
Got you a little sumthin sumthin.'
How dare you come in here with that?
'Grandpa?
I thought you were cool with it?
You're the one who said you had no problem.
Age aint nuthin but a number.
ESPECIALLY when that store clerk,
Thought you were 59.
And you know I'm teasing you.
Why so serious?
Feeling a little...
OLD? '
No!
Yeah...
NAW!
No!
Yeah...
A little.
'Can't make up your own mind!
I hope like hell that doesn't happen to me! '
And don't be coming in disturbing me,
With that filthy mouth!
But...
But.
But...
Why did it have to creep upon me so soon?
I wasn't paying attention.
I consented to 62!
And that was cool with me.
But 63 is gon' be wild!
I can tell that already!
'You'll be fine.
You should feel blessed.
Look?
So many folks can not say they will be 63!
SIXTY THREE years old.
What a blessing! '
Yeah, right!
So many folks ain't here to say nuthin'.
I guess you're right.
But all those candles on that cake,
Heat the whole room!
Why you do this to me?
Why?
Get back!
Get back I say!
Get back.
How dare you sneak up on me like this?
'Oh...
He's acting now!
Let me say this to you.
Sssshhh...
He's loving the attention!
However...
Before?
Before this surprise,
He was quite serious!
He 'still' thinks he's in...
In his 40's.'
LIES!
Pure BS!
That's all that is.
Don't pay that no mind t'all!
I most certainly do not!
And who is this you talking to?
They don't need to know my business!
And who invited them in here to snoop,
In the first place?
Ya'll don't need to hear this.
Now scoot!
'Scoot?
Where's the scaddle?
LOL
Yeah...you're getting...
Uh...you up there! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose A Move To Do
Whatever you do
Don't boo hoo blues
Leave those pity drippers
Scat and make it fast
Don't get caught up
Trying to soothe them too
Leave those pity drippers
Scat and make it fast
Or you'll find yourself
Lying flat on your back
Get up
Don't lay flat on your back
Don't give in and up so fast
Choose and do a move to prove
You don't have to sit and boo hoo too
Get up
Don't lay flat on your back
Don't give in and up so fast
Choose and do a move to prove
You don't have to sit and boo hoo too
Get up
Don't lay flat on your back
Get up
Don't give in and up so fast
Get up
Choose and do a move to prove
Get up
You don't have to sit and boo hoo too
Whatever you do
Don't boo hoo blues
Leave those pity drippers
Scat and make it fast
Get up
Don't lay flat on your back
Don't give in and up so fast
Choose and do a move to prove
You don't have to sit and boo hoo too
Get get get up
Don't lay flat on your back
And get up
Don't give in and up so fast
And get up
Choose and do a move to prove
And get up
You don't have to sit and boo hoo
Get get get up
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Half Of It, Dearie Blues
Mmmm (scat)
Ive got the you dont know the half of it, dearie blues
Oh how I wish youd drop that anger, and end your cruise
Youre just a duffer, who makes me suffer
All the younger set, says your hearts to let
Ive got the you dont know the half of it, dearie blues
Mmmm (scat)
(instrumental bridge)
Ive got the you dont know the half of it, dearie blues
Although I know that loves a gamble, I hate to lose
Life will be duller, well have no color
Jill without a jack, makes the future black
Ive got the you dont know the half of it, dearie blues
Mmmm (scat)
Ive got the you dont know the half of it, dearie blues
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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People Like You
If I had not shown you the way,
You would not know a way could be made.
Now that you have updated it,
You say my attempts had not been that great.
And with your efforts,
They have become greater.
And this you ensure is a cause for celebration!
With applause and no mention of me at all!
But...
That's what people like you do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let There Be Love
Lyrics by ian grant, music by lionel rand
Let there be you, let there be me
Let there be oysters under the sea
Let there be wind, occasional rain
Chili con carne, and sparkling champagne
Let there be birds to sing in the trees
Someone to bless me whenever I sneeze
Let there be cuckoos, a lark and a dove
But first of all, please
Let there be love
Musical interlude
(scat)
Let there be birds to sing in the trees
I need someone to bless me whenever I sneeze
Let there be cuckoos, cuckoos
A lark and a dove
But first of all, please
Let there be love
Oh let there be love yall
Ooh we gotta have some, really gotta have some
We need love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Say we need a little bit of love, little bit, little bit of love
(scat)
Really need a little bit
(scat)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Not Too Many Distributing Empathy
When something is broken,
It is difficult to piece it back together.
It does not sustain,
A sameness expected...
One wishes to regain.
It is like two who love,
Experiencing their first argument.
What had been thought unconditional,
Set conditions to a limit.
To discover are lamented.
When a puppy once cute,
Grows to be booted from the door...
A howling sound unbearable,
Can not restore...
A 'before' now ignored.
When something breaks away from its need...
There are not too many distributing empathy.
Or packaging solace to gift.
Nor are there many who become concerned,
About an emotional bleeding...
Someone inflicted knows they did not earn!
But receives to grieve in silent weeping.
With a hard delivery of a lesson learned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Silence Is Saluted
One's silence is saluted,
When removed from loops seduced.
One's silence is saluted...
When refusing automatic passes,
Boots one from the coop.
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One can feel terrific when removed from such lists!
With nothing shared specifc,
But...
Limited nonsense!
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
One can feel terrific when removed from such lists!
With nothing shared specifc,
But...
Limited nonsense!
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One's silence is saluted,
When removed from loops seduced.
One's silence is saluted...
When refusing automatic passes,
Boots one from the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Winner
Written by c. jackson, m. yancy and g. barge
In this world of make believe I must confess
To be number one youve got to do it better
And if you strive to be happy youll find success
Perspectively youve got to pull it together
Nothing good will come to you if you dont see
A reason for victory
Everybody loves the winner
Only the winner can really make things happen
Everybody loves the winner, so be the winner, I know you are
If theres something youd like to do youve never done
Dont let fear stand in your way
Just collect your dreams and thoughts and get on the run
I wouldnt wait another day
You can be the best in everything you do
When it thawls out, its all up to you
Everybody loves the winner (everybody loves the winner)
Only a winner can really make things happen
Everybody loves a winner (everybody loves a winner)
So be the winner you are
Be a winner, ooh (yes you can, yes you can, yes you can)
Be a winner, ooh (yes you can, yes you can, yes you can)
Be a winner, a winner, a winner, yes you can
cause everybody (everybody) loves (loves a winner)
The winner, so be a winner
You can only make things happen
Everybody (everybody) loves a winner (loves a winner)
So be the winner, I know you are
Every (everybody), everybody, (loves a winner)
Really loves the winner, (so be a winner)
Only the winner can really make things happen
Everybody (everybody) loves the winner (loves a winner)
So be a winner (so be a winner), I know you are if you really try
Be a winner, you know you can, you know you can
You know you can be a winner
(yes you can, yes you can, yes you can)
Scat (yes you can, yes you can, yes you can)
Scat
(everybody) yeah, (loves a winner)
Scat
(everybody loves a winner)
(everybody) everybody really loves a winner (loves a winner)!
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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A Night In Tunisia
The moon is the same moon above you
Aglow with its cool evening light
But shining at night, in tunisia
Never does it shine so bright
The stars are aglow in the heavens
But only the wise understand
That shining at night in tunisia
They guide you through the desert sand
Words fail, to tell a tale
Too exotic to be told
Each nights a deeper night
In a world, ages old
The cares of the day seem to vanish
The ending of day brings release
Each wonderful night in tunisia
Where the nights are filled with peace
(bridge)
(scat)
{repeat all twice}
(scat)
Each wonderful night in tunisia
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Baby Driver
My daddy was the family bassman
My mamma was an engineer
And I was born one dark gray morn
With music coming in my ears
In my ears
They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
Hit the road and I'm gone
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
My daddy was a prominent frogman
My mamma's in the Naval Reserve
When I was young I carried a gun
But I never got the chance to serve
I did not serve
They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
Hit the road and I'm gone
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
My daddy got a big promotion
My mamma got a raise in pay
There's no one home, we're all alone
Oh come into my room and play
Yes we can play
I'm not talking about your pigtails
But I'm talking 'bout your sex appeal
Hit the road and I'm gone
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
Ba ba ba ba
Scoot down the road
What's my number
I wonder how your engines feel
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Cat! ! astroph! ! ! e
The cat
peed in
my Dad's hat.
My Dad wasn't
particularly pleased
with that.
He shouted: 'Oi! No! Oh! '
'Stop! '
'Scat...cat! '
The cat answered
back.
'Me? How? '
'Spittttttt! Hissssssss! '
My Dad said:
'That's that! '
'That cat...
...has got
to go! '
We said: ' Noooooooooooo! '
The cat said:
'Exactly......when ya gotta go ya gotta go! '
My Dad said:
'It's either that cat...or me! '
***
We still have
the cat
now that
Dad's gone.
We still miss
Daddy
...sometimes.
But mostly
we laugh
with the cat!
poem by by unknown author
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Where Is That Villain?
Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Who is that villain?
Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Who is that villain?
Before I go outside,
My eyes are open wide...
To,
Look for a villain.
And someone to suspect,
Is...
Other than chillin'.
I can't sleep at night.
Without lights turned on bright,
Because...
I am looking for a villain.
Someone who says 'Boo',
And scares me too!
A villain hidden to do me in.
I can't sleep at night.
Without lights turned on bright,
Because...
I am looking for a villain.
Someone who says 'Boo',
And scares me too!
A villain hidden to do me in.
But...
Where is the villain,
I'm to fear and not go near?
Where is that villain?
Hidden to creep on me to leap.
Before I go outside,
My eyes are open wide...
To,
Look for a villain.
And someone to suspect,
Is...
Other than chillin'.
Hidden to creep on me to leap.
Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Where is that villain?
Hidden to leave me with the chills.
Where is the villain...
Hidden to leave me with the chills.
Where is that villain...
I can shoo away with my boot,
To scoot.
Where is that villain...
I can shoo away with my boot,
To scoot.
And...
Where is that villain,
I can shoo away with my boot to scoot.
Where is that villain,
I can shoo away with my boot to scoot.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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