For Tough Doors a Tougher Boot
The Enoch who wants to treasures Loot
Hasn’t ever dared to cock and shoot
Nor owns for Tough Doors A Tougher Boot
Nor a thing tried to hit at its root:
Enoch The Large-Eyed doing a hoot;
An impatient car with its odd toot…
Not all ideas should we simply moot,
Sighting not first its succulent fruit.
Whoever must take the Risky Route
Shall have to be some Sort of Brute...
More than Delicious Dreams of A loot.
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