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Originally Posted by Angus
It's Michael who should be calling the police,
Denise has gone crazy and gives him no peace,
"Why don't you talk to me Michael?"she shrieks,
"I'm more famous than you and the rest of these freaks".
"Why do you spend so much time in that room,
are you talking about me? if you do it's your doom.
Why don't you want to know all about me?,
I'm fabulous, talented and gorgeous you see".
As she's ranting and raving, Michael edges away
but she is determined to keep having her say.
You can see when she comes, he makes for the door,
his eyes darting away from the petulant bore.
But still she will follow him, sit on his bed,
and slowly but surely she's wrecking his head.
Now he's up for eviction, I bet he's relieved,
if he goes who'll be next to make the witch peeved?
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now that is what i call a poem - wickedddddddddddddddddddddd respect to you angus