poem
She says "here have some dinner fore' you get any thinner
I could play Auld Land Syne on yer ribcage"
she says "I like skinny blokes but your havin' a joke
think you'd never bin fed since the ice age
With the flame from the Amblethwaite Cokeworks
reflectin' in't pond underneath
she looked quite attractive stood there in the dusk
wi' a sparkle to her eyes an' her teeth
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