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A Pretty Little Thing

A pretty little thing And she could sing! Perking up peckers As she danced Down the street! Needs a fellow sweet On her to get a ring. Then she lost a tooth (Mercy me!) Forsooth! Oh what a fate How to get a date!?! Then again came that song Better than a bong. They came like a throng Driven fast along. Very soon thereafter There were wedding bells And laughter.

2 July, 2020 (Filed under “Random Poetry Suspiciously Edifying”)

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