Out of the blue i receive a text message from the Dodge, yes everyone's favorite booze hound........
Hi pearcy.
I'm gonna write you some poems now and then 4 ur blog because i love you.
this poem is entitled
special.
By simon dodge.
retard retard u have dribble on ur chin,
retard retard u look like u drank 5 kegs of gin,
retard retard its ok, ur special,
retard retard um dude ur heads not on level.
retard retard u cant catch a ball,
retard retard watch out 4 that completely flat piece of ground there we wouldn't want u 2 fall,
retard retard u ok? u dont look fantastic,
retard retard wait no ur a spastic
the end.
God Bless His Cotten Socks.
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