In a PHar PHar away PHalaxy
where upright PHallacies reside
if citizens did promise (yes try)
that they would not collide
on milky waves, nor bluebirds,
nor cover young PHormaldehides
performances with bitter rhymes
nor twists but be very nice you know
to honour as PHorum creed insists…
..
and girls from striped and coloured lands
with naughty stares and wicked hands
would scatter lace about their nests
but play so nice without distress
and if all PHaraohs and denizens could comprise agree
I may well just consider that PHalaxy to find me a new tree…
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