We do like playing bingo
but be away with us
anything that people play with lingo
What's the fun in all their pun,
not worthy of even a humble bun
Why do these eccentrics
love to be the way they are
Wouldn't care if they are hippies
What irons me out is
whatever they do it just gives me hiccups
I yearn for a world
where there are no bards
Enough are the larks,
lovely nature's sweeties
Away with you human bards
I will yell at all you
for I know
yours is not going to sell
I have put up an argument -
Let me see if you will try and quell
with all your words jumbled,
or will you just have your lumps swelled
The point here is,
call a spade a spade,
and rose a rose -
no other name we like to hear,
be away from us all you bards
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