Fifty Shades O'Grady
Has sunglasses to spare
To keep his eyes shady
Out of the sunny glare
He has a purple set
Some orange ones
But some have met
Sitting Doom Buns
These are his cheeks
Which beneath them
His sunglass breaks
Made useless by bum
It's happened often
Always makes him mad
Pillows tried to soften
But too late, now sad
He tries to put them
In his shirt instead
Even sewed a hem
For when not on head
If he remembers this
But habits die hard
Usually he is remiss
They snap into shards
As a last ditch he chose
To knit a woollen vest
Placed them into rows
Can't get them off his chest
He wore them all at once
Did Fifty Shades O'Grady
Many think he's a dunce
But with Fifty Grades of Shady
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