Two thirty sometimes.
I can watch whatever telly or DVDs I want,
Mum and Dad don't fuck'n care.
Yeh I just do what I like.
So you can't make me..."
He is short and stocky.
Rosy round cheeks match,
His little round belly.
He looks tough,
But his 'face' is lost,
So easily.
Don't challenge him, he'll break.
He is a grimy cherub,
With a foul mouth.
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