From the side of the pool He leapt and looked silly, All the kids thought that Pud Was reenacting Free Willie
Dev pervin on the train "Am only trying to find love" Gets smacked on the kisser And told "smell the glove"
Tragic in that belief He hides behind a fake persona Thank god he has WhatsApp friends A sad little loner
What can I say, Your jealously knows no bounds, I'm beginning to suspect, You have third degree Downs
Your rhymes are fast becoming, Harder to understand, Have you thought about getting, An industrial gastric band?
It seems that your banter Is stuck on repeat, Perhaps it's time to admit That the Bazman has you beat.