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just something a little light; methinks, though, the poem's technically too long to be a true Limerick
FLYING SQUIRREL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seth the squirrel was tired of leaping from tree to tree. “My commute’s horrible! Got ta be a better way for me.” Scampered to the toy store, bought toy bike from pal, Mike Attached some balsa wood using Gorilla Glue. Wah la! He was birdlike. Next day from hustle and bustle of commuter traffic, he happily did flee. Unbeknownst to Seth, flying squirrels in open airspace don’t mix, Ostracized Seth was—not a member of the flyer’s club, a squirrelish clique. One day was almost hit by specially designed spy drones ‘twas Putin’s, for their black flags bore a skull and crossbones. Fearing for his life, Seth sold his plane-bike on eBay, his flying days nixed.
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