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Show Little SAM Complains (Note to reader about author.) He thought he was a poet. This little guy. from SAM. And when Miss SHAG began this poem, He took it "on the lam." ' We're tired of standing on the bus While some girl takes our seat, We hate their giggling, crazy ways And their shoes with open feet. Whenever they go to a spooky show They raise the roof with a scream, And when Errol Flynn is about to die They tearfully sigh, "How mean." They crave for your attention But when it's got, they sigh, "I don't know what you're looking at?" (Which isa blank-blank lie.) (Censored.) Their seams are continually crooked, And they always have a run Sometimes I can't control myself, I wish't I had a gun. They wear a red and yaller dress Which sets you in a daze And what's that ghastly purple stuff? She smears upon her face. You can always hear them giggling, "Oh, Shirley, do you know?" That your Clinton Barker talks a lot f With that "Barbara" so-and-so. Of course, this chant is all in fun So sings this guy from SAM The girls may swear and yell like But he doesn't give a (Censored.) Author Unknown (I hope.) |