'The tranquil sound of vacuuming
Can put hairs on your chest'.
Conveyed to a gorilla
While he's sleeping as a guest,
Will put yourself in danger
Of starring in the eyes.
(Like misconstrued encounter) ,
As pink snout before pork pies.
The gravy brown is thicker when
You put in half a box.
Slipped into a fish tank
That's so clear you see the rocks.
Try to cure with laundry soap and
You never mind rapport.
But where to bury fishes
When you're on the fourteenth floor.
If gorilla's sleeping peaceful
And fish are smiling wide.
Leave vacuuming and gravy.
It's a theory well applied.
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