Paws for Paws,
Like a baws.
Once apon a time,
In a nursery rhyme.
There were 3 chairs.
We sat on them,
Got fat on them.
As I sat here with a smoke,
My throat began to croak.
Will we go out for a bop?
Or throw Izzy's chop?
Contemplation,
What a sensation.
I think i'm so clever,
But i'm really not.
Get out,
Just go.
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