Elsie's Cat
Two magpies were devouring the remains of Elsie's cat
which was as flat as uncle Charlie's welcome mat.
It wasn't always so; once, he was a jolly ginger rotund fellow.
Now, alas, poor Bobby is a giant squished marshmallow.
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