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Dim Wit Ted
At my wits end
Ive run out of wit
Does that make me witless?
If an owl, lost its wit
Would we just hear
Too(wit)towoo?
I feel myself
(wit)hering
And feel like a t(wit)
Even T(wit)ter
Lost its wit
It's an x wit
Even nitwits
Becomes simply nits
Which leaves me scratching my head
(Wit)h it all
As i now enter
The T(wi)ligh(t) zone
Imagine the classic
"(Wit)hnail & I
May of lost its wit as
Hnail and I?
I now feel dim(wit)ted
(Welsh for no, is 'dim')
Duly noted
Or no ted
Lucky i didn't mention
Twittens......
by Jemia
Ive run out of wit
Does that make me witless?
If an owl, lost its wit
Would we just hear
Too(wit)towoo?
I feel myself
(wit)hering
And feel like a t(wit)
Even T(wit)ter
Lost its wit
It's an x wit
Even nitwits
Becomes simply nits
Which leaves me scratching my head
(Wit)h it all
As i now enter
The T(wi)ligh(t) zone
Imagine the classic
"(Wit)hnail & I
May of lost its wit as
Hnail and I?
I now feel dim(wit)ted
(Welsh for no, is 'dim')
Duly noted
Or no ted
Lucky i didn't mention
Twittens......
by Jemia
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