Now once there was a story of a plight,
Of a man that spoke of great fright.
He stood on the corner
Like a small stature mourner
And made sure that he struck up a sight.
He stood and deluded
The mind, and alluded
Of a time where there would be terror.
So he spoke of the secular
And the dissipation was spectacular
For his crowd had spotted his error.
For although he was crude
And also quite rude
This small stature dude
Was also stark nude.
Eli MorenoDrew
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