A tapeworm named Jerry
Didn't like drinking Sherry
Beguiling his host
To throw him down a moat
A blowfish called Boris
Ate to much porridge
Now his lips are cement
Out of work on advent
Met a Bull named Connie
Looked like Buddy Holly
She couldn't sing the crickets
But could dance with a midget
Saw skunk called Leigh
Wearing to much mascara
That Poor Pepé Le pew
Had to vacate the room
Got a Friend called Clarence
Shoots gas as he winces
He's got a permit for wings
Likes to get drunk and sing
Now my pencil is angry
It's confused by my story
So what if it's an offence
For Not a lick of sense
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