12 May 2012
There was a young girl I called gaz, Who was addicted to the smell of daz, But she went too far, And the outcome was bizarre, Well at least she wasn't a spaz! :P
Somehow she turned into a shirt, So she looked good with any skirt, She'd been worn by the posh, And was almost put in the wash, Well at least she couldn't get hurt.
Gaz was worn by lots of peeps, And used to wipe many jeeps, She went around the globe, And was loved a load, Even when she was used to wipe away weeps.
Sadly things did end up quite bad, When gaz was all happy and glad, She was chucked in the bin, Because she committed the sin, Of losing her colour which mad her quite mad!
My Friend Gaz. • Opuss № I