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The Basher
They call me The Basher.
They shudder with fright.
Just mention my moniker:
flocks will take flight.
My epithet’s famous
to all around town.
Refer to ‘The Basher’
and pants will turn brown.
When told I’m approaching
they tremble with fear;
they burble and babble
“The Basher is here.”
My name is so dreaded
it’s hard to believe.
They call me The Basher…
But Mum calls me ‘Steve’.
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