There once was a problem called Vicky,
who came in the form of a chicky.
She caused such despair,
that I lost chunks of hair,
& afterwards things became sticky.
The things that she would mount on the wall,
would SO make a sane person's skin crawl.
The whole look was tacky,
and made her look whackey.
It very nearly came to a brawl.
But now it is pretty and quiet,
after nearly having a riot.
I will say, with no smile,
for the next long-ish while,
I *will* be on a flat-mate diet.
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