A Dog Bite Or Self Bite
I need to see what Cleff passed through
To be able to say “it’s true”
And then, fast, arrange a lorry
Bursting with folks who are sorry.
I won’t want to all day look blue,
Because I’d worked with the wrong clue…
A lot now I have as worry
And just can’t towards more hurry.
Ken’s dog ken trusts for no rabies:
I’ve seen Star play games with babies!
Cleff Prankster could choose to bite self,
Records of wonders on my shelf.
They’re not fools with sharp camera
Filming the real with chimera;
I hate to be at last chastised
For having a farce advertized;
Cleff who fears Star could want it killed,
In ken’s world a void to be filled.
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