Err, miss you know,
My book has died,
It had my homework,
I've not lied.

I was at my cousins place,
My book was upstairs,
The house, we had an earthquake,
I really do cares.

It well, just got battered,
It wasn't able to live,
I grabbed, its hand,
But it couldn't give.

I then just ran out,
I felt like, to cry,
That's my story miss,
My book had to die...

Err, miss you know,
My book has died,
It had my homework,
This time it fried...


(written especially in lower class English to give effect)

Viraj Bhanshaly

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