If the chavs begin to shout,
You'll wonder what it's all about,
Was it because they did confuse,
Crystal white that they could use.

Did they think that it was safe,
To use a dust in any place.
It's because tiling grout,
Has gone up their little snouts - don't get mad get even.

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