An old foe once said " I can't wait till you're dead"
So I sent him a text on my phone
I said in my text, that I was quite vexed
And I hoped he could find his way home
From there I would say, he should then hide away
As he needed to re-think his tactics
He ignored my advice, stuck his head in a vice
And was found the next day in his attic
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