Anthony Di'anno (Yorkshire)
There was a young woman who lived in a shoe.
But she decided to move out.
She didn't like the view.
She moved into a discarded Nike trainer,
and bought so many mirrors she couldn't have been vain'er.
She polished each one with a freshly pressed cloth.
And stared at herself until she started to froth.
She thought the whole thing was rather a hoot,
until her boyfriend came round and gave her the boot.
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