I'd walked a mile till I met,
My friend, Miss Ella Jane,
We talked about my private jet,
Then switched to my great bane.
This bane was my great pride to have,
I talked of it with pleasure,
For many were the times I'd had
To sit with Jenny Zephyr.
Jenny's nose looked like a giant pea,
Whereas mine was thin and straight,
Jenny spoke like the BFG
But I spoke simply great.
I said "That Jenny is a pest,
When she's around I feel,
That maybe I might not be best,
She treads on pride like banana peels."
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