


Before it's deleted
This ode I will write
To one who has chosen
To attack with such spite
It may not be Wordsworth, or Stratford's own bard
But fairness and charity aren't so hard
If she feels that on GN there's far too much bitchin
If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen
Nobody's perfect, as we all understand
But for those who have troubles
We're all here to hand
And comfort and kindness as you'd hope from a Grandma
Are still to be found, if you seek it shanma.
What a difference a day makes 😢😢




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