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ponderous poetry for the hoi polloi

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Butterfly

XXI

If you have a bad head

I’ll be your packet of paracetamol,

And palliate the pain.

XX

If you get dust in your eye

I’ll be your cold running water,

And wash all your troubles away.

XIX

If you get anxious

I’ll be your stress ball,

And you can squeeze me tight.

XVIII

If you can’t sleep

I’ll be your flock of sheep,

And darling you can count on me.

XVII

If you can’t find the words

I’ll be your Oxford mini,

And you can speak your mind.

XVI

If you lock yourself out

I’ll be your skeleton key,

And open up your heart once more.

XV

If the puddles are too puddly

I’ll be your Wellington boot,

And keep my duchess’ tootsies dry.

XIV

If your clothes get wet

I’ll be your winter dyke,

And you can sprawl all over me.

XIII

If you lose your oyster

I’ll be your ticket to ride,

And the city can be all yours.

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