If you’re a writer, write
If you’re a fighter, fight
Just don’t come round here at night
Because you will give me a fright
If you’re a sinner, sin
If you’re a winner, win
Just don’t try to hit me with a rolling pin
Because I’ll chib you on the chin
If you’re a luster, lust
If you’re a duster, dust
Just don’t squash me with your bust
Because my balls will turn to rust
If you’re a grinner, grin
If you’re a thinner, thin
Just don’t pierce my milky skin
Because I will end up in the bin
If you’re a chanter, chant
If you’re a ranter, rant
Just don’t tell me that I can’t
Because I’ll crush you like an ant
If you’re a porker, pork
If you’re a corker, cork
Just don’t stab me with a tuning fork
Because it reminds me of New York
If you’re a dancer, dance
If you’re a chancer, chance
Just don’t give me a second glance
Because I will put you in a trance
Cheers!
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