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Lake Lurker

Sun loud
No cloud

Pack up
Meet up

Split, Blue
Come too

Up hill
Splash, chill

In lake
Dark shape!

Swim still?
Lost thrill

Leg? Fin?
Not in!

Cretin?
Eaten!

Float, creek
Sprung leak!

Big scare
Hiss air

Leak get
All wet

In drink
Bat sink!

It’s grim
Can’t swim

Gat found
Hang down

Stop, clown!
Get down!

Be fair,
She’s scared

From tree
Gat see

Strange beast
Friends feast

Just then
Shelled friend

Showed head
And said

On back!
Land tack

To shore
Thank more

New plan
Dry land!

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L Milton Hankins March 9, 2022 at 8:43 PM Jeff, you are really, really good at these. I can sit for a long time and never come up with a single rhyme like this! Good job, my friend. I enjoyed it.