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oh, go back to bed, strange fellows
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as always, playing fast and loose,
she stole a quill from Mother Goose...
attached it to a porcupine
with paste...then cut a bit of twine,
wrapped, sealed and kissed....
one thing she missed:
t'was not those creatures' form of bliss....
though she had done it all in fun
'tis said she still is on the run....
her bum beak-pecked
and stuck, as well....
she flees, as from the hounds of...tell
me another Grimm and dire...
the one about when she stole fire....
now, that's a rock 'em sock 'em tale,
say, did she end up in a whale
of trouble, just for doing that...?
oh, who knows...better ask the cat
with sixteen toes, Banana-paws...
when he's finished making slaws
of cabbage, carrots, leeks'n'limes.....
me, I'm spent........ah, curs'ry rhymes........
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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