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Sprinklers

I go to work with hair in coif
A baseball cap I would not doff
Lest passers by should laugh and scoff
At where my hair is falling off.

The lawn, despite the dew darauf,
Makes sprinklers spray from hidden trough
And soak this passing hatted toff.
Please turn the God-damned sprinklers off.

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