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Jewface
Norma Con
So sad, too bad,
your little broken heart.
You're mad, poor lad,
I tore you apart.
In time, I'll rhyme,
about how you were mine,
limes, sublime,
You work in a mine.
Your nose, so close,
Your face so far away.
You may be rich,
but you're a little bitch,
Your whine is like a neigh.
You're really needy,
your eyes are beady,
You're really cranky,
Your arms are lanky.
And you couldn't audit shit out of a pighouse.
For Daniel
Norma Con has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Norma's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Norma's latest works: