dog caught a rabbit...
that rabbit keeps on twitchin'
askin' for a foot...(or an iamb)
or some switchin'....
hound dog's tired,
don't wanna hunt...
least not no rabbits
whose thinkin's
back-to-front...
go on now, bunny,
find a carrot or some parsley...
it's thyme to be sage,
leave those droppins
lots more sparsely....
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