Smaleson the Salesman

Smaleson was a Salesman
And a good one at that
Smaleson had a good plan
One you cannot laugh at

Smaleson, he soon began
His dreams to begat
He'd increase his lifespan
With help from Witch Pat

Smeleson to the store, ran
His wallet was fat
Smaleson bought a new van
And a fancy new hat

Then Smaleson drove to Loupan
To meet the witch Pat
But Smaleson a red light, ran
And then he went splat

From Smaleson we learn to scan
The streets that are flat
For if death we plan to ban
Death will be a brat

The End

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