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Omdat light verse lééft

bakerrhymne
 
John O’Mill indachtig die precies veertien jaar geleden stierf
 
one two three four five 
the baker hit his wife 
he was a stone cold kikker
gave her flink on her flikker 
with a hard wooden hammertje 
her blood splashed in an emmertje 
while she fell on the kitchen floor
she cried: you’re crazy as a door 
although her skin was bont and blue 
the ploort hit firmly through and through 
in fact he did his outmost best 
until she laid there out of west 
but please consider on de keper 
this is just larrycook on paper 
long live such written rhymes 
that’s how we teach kids crimes:
one four three four five
the baker hit his wife 
 
 

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