Extract from my epic state of the nation Poem, Republic of Coleslaw.

This is about a Landlord I had a few years ago. His name has been changed for he liveth yet and hath access to my learned friends.

A handsome figure was bold Ben,
His stature stained and sotten,
With molars twisted in his mouth,
Which issued foul and rotten,
Of Stinking breath and awful threat,
In accents bog begotten.

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