A Hare For a Mare
It was to prove Some Sort of Snare,
When he, got the Gift of Hare
While he’d wanted to keep A Mare…
He wasn’t sure how he would fare,
Whether he wouldn’t be left bare;
What The Hell knows he of Hare,
Except its furs not like our hair…
Perhaps, he should sit on some chair
To reflect on the gift - Quite Rare
And see what and what he might dare
To sell off The Mare like a ware
And The Hare kill in Public Glare
To be rid of The Stupid Pair!
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