Esra Sloblock - Tarachnophobia

There was a sweet girl by the name of McHale
On seeing a spider her heart would just fail
While on her knees sweeping a lowly, dark rail
A biggun appeared with the width of a sail

Anon, she descended right down from the ceiling
And in kicked a rare felt intolerant feeling
All of a dither and sobbing and squealing
She threw it right out and they heard her in Ealing

Esra Sloblock

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