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The Caricature Of Greg

  • Jul 18, 2023
  • 1 min read

“AW Hooroo,

I’m bundling off for the night.

BLOKE!

Alright Groover I’ve left you

A series of jobs

That I expect to be completed

Once I return from the graveyard.

NOW I’ll just sit here in my armchair of power

With my beer of no alcohol and rings of cheese.

Don’t you dare speak to me while the footy’s on.

Alright this weekend I’m off

On the bike with the boys

We’re going to the church of coffee

To confess our sins,

Growing old disgracefully.

WHEN I return I’ll tend to the Weber

For a meat feast

Good on Greggy.”

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