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I know a man called “Boring”
And he really is a bore!
When he’s not talking boring talk –
He goes to bed and snores.
He wears lacklustre trousers
And a hat that’s dull and drab.
But the strangest thing about him
Is that he just thinks he’s fab.
He hasn’t any friends, of course –
For he’s such a tiresome bloke.
When folk see him in the distance
They all disappear, like smoke.
Should we just tell old Boring
Just what we think of him?
Or just throw him out into the sea
And hope that he can swim?
Copyright 2007