Terrible Turmoil I've had enough of this terrible turmoil, Want a cup of tea but my kettle won't boil, Want some cake but the handles off my knife, I'm struggling with this sodding strife! Suddenly it's all doom and disaster, My lasagne has prickly pasta, A thorny thought with every bite is; What a cunting crisis! Trickling to my toes like treacle, I think it could be faecal, To tragically top me off, I think my lasagne was off!
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