Cheetahs are cheaters
They're as swift as a lightning bolt,
Just a stern gaze—gazelles revolt.
A fleeting shadow in the night,
All prey leap off in frantic fright.
Stalking prey is their known special skill,
A silent whisper, born to kill.
Seventy miles per hour they race,
Yet still they blaze with fiery pace.
Their claws, a nightmare to all flesh,
Though they prefer their meals served fresh.
Still, no carcass resists their bite;
Eating it raw is their birthright.
Their playtime's always full of fun,
Pleasure is theirs in the long run.
They enjoy life as sly cheaters—
The reason they are called cheetahs.
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