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@ 2006-08-08 – 09:21:37
Cabbage Patch Katie
By CJ
Cabbage Patch Katie was moody and mean
She'd phone up her friends and start venting her spleen
She'd always pick up on their faults, which was rich
You'd never have known a more venomous bitch.
Cabbage Patch Katie thought it was such fun
But her friends were pee'd off and all left, one by one
She never could fathom why they wouldn't phone
And Cabbage Patch Katie grew up all alone.
sminchin
Awwwwwww.
A morality tale there, methinks.
Based on true life 
sminchin
Really? Bizarre. Why Cabbage Patch? Are we talking about those hideous dolls that were fashionable when I was a kid?
Nah not really. I just make these things up. I heard someone talking about Cabbage Patch dolls this morning and the rhyme started popping into my head. And when it starts I have to write it down or it will bug me for ages. And thusly the poem was born
boil that cabbage so it doesn't taste bitter? 
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