Feathers and Pickles
Puggily Smidgeburner always had trouble with his name
Bless her, his dear mother was totally to blame
She thought it would someday bring him great fame
Then one day Prettisome Guru he happened to meet
He thought a name as bad as his a tremendous feat
With great joy his new friend he was thrilled to great
The two friends decided to open a business together
“Puggily Prettisome & Co”, a purveyor of feathers
They were open rain or shine no matter the weather
As you might guess the business was a great bust
It seems the pair was allergic to the feathery dust
Now they’re making pies with a dill pickle crust…….
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