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She was enamoured and floored by the new doctor,
He was smart and cool, a fantastic snowboarder.
But for him she was just a fling,
So he kept dilly-dallying,
Too late she realised he was a cur of lowest order.
Never trust a snowboarder! That’s my motto (or one of them, at least)
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I just wanted something to rhyme with order and thought of snowboarder. So by fluke I got it right! 😀
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Well, I only made it one of my mottos after reading your poem, so you influenced my new attitude towards them. 😶
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Oops! Now snowboarders will be baying for my blood!😂
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