Figures that a crab-addled junior to the firm can’t
Remember to tie his tennies
Take one for the meat,
The blessed princess teat
The bluey marble concrete
Sagging frost from every corner
Taking candy from a forlorn lore-mourner
As easy as blowing the bowing horner
A seeker of neither party gore nor
Take-care centered letter whores
But correct itching methods and better purrs
For finally gaging to meet her purse
Like a scorpion vibrating against its shell,
I rattle and roll for goo
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