I shall send all my stuff
wrapped in tinsel and fluff
and I’ll wear my new re-enforced coat.
It is strange and a bit of a pain
to see brethren tied down by a chain.
But there’s nothing amiss
in my own private bliss,
it will never include Courtney Kane.
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