The Pelt of a Plaidy
When the shoomy shone upon the mare on the highest peader sat I to stare In all this while I dared not care About the plainy with stroogle fair But in the midst of this draizle day Came this plainy skippy across me way At first I noticed not, just lay until I saw her broozalies sway And with this glaze she addressed me so by pelty me chopsies from to then fro How that plaidy had knocked me plonko I was unsure but felt I should go
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