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Your Poem: The Hip Hoppy Kid.

Byline: By Elliot Smith Aged 18 Tranmere

I'm a hip hoppy kid and you will

Never catch me nappin

You will always catch me rappin.

I rap to the east and I rap to the west

I rap in my socks and I rap in my vest.

I rap in my sleep and I drive the neighbours potty

And I rap in my bathroom when I'm drying off my botty.

I rap to the birds and I rap to the bees

And when I go completely daft

I rap to the trees.

I can even rap on wheels

I really am the master.

But I wish I saw that manhole

Then I wouldn't be in plaster!
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Title Annotation:Features
Publication:Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:Mar 13, 2006
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