Good Thing
Sally saw a living thing in town.
Wanting no frown,
Also allowing for pain,
This thing loathing gain,
Sally slowly lost a plan.
For a ditsy thing known as Stan,
Now losing conviction,
Stan playing with diction,
Sally so tall,
Took Stan’s call,
Sally and Stan not to say, “I do”.
Both go to zoo.
Good thing too,
Both stay a kangaroo.
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