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A brief encounter [with a jelly]
It was a wibbly wobbly 'affair'
Where dibbly dobbly was nibbling
Wibbly wobbled her way
She moggled his muggle
Then turned away
He was smitten smocked dead
By this little twiddle kitten
But in the hot clime of a humid day
his wibble sighed and flobbed away
She moggled his muggle one last time
As he slid and was slewn into slime
She sigh eyes wept still
She sunk skid into a small pool
By the window sill
Slod into one slum
At last they made molten...in thawing
Became one!
yvette m smith sept 08
poem
by
Yvette Smith
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