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A Sticky End
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....and so it begins
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For making weak men unafraid but ruining their mothers
The brew was noxious, green, and burly
                                                                              and surely quite undrinkable
You might get some at Wetherspoons - elsewhere would be unthinkable
Well, one brave lad named Galahad had never had a gal.
Not a Kathy or a Justine, not a Karen, Clare or Val
"Oh woe is me, I'll never be a proper man!", he'd wail
(Perpetually virginal and literal epic fail)
So he rode forth one fatal day, with bottles of this potion
So he rode forth one fatal day, with bottles of this potion
(sorry, unintended repeat there...)
He sold it countrywide; it needed no promotion
[Rosie] Might he have marketed it instead?
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