today i went a walk
glad that i had
heard some people talk
stealing my new ipad
coming as nasty shock
really going mad
madder than a jock
knew they were both bad
grabbed both my socks
they were very plaid
cross stitched by a crock
a very nice old lad
then i got a rock
thats my launching pad
upon seeing a lovely hawk
i received a note pad
heard a terrifying squawk
upon this pad i was glad
stating he's got writer's block
ipads in local newspaper ad
for sale broken stolen ipad
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