Observing a Bug
Bounce, bounce, bounce, pounce, the tiny bug doth trounce.
From flower, to peddle to blade he jounce.
A salacious Salticidae, announce.
This, jumping spider, you cannot denounce,
nor deny his luring love dance pronounce.
Offering romance beyond the troyounce,
And promise his arms your desire shall frounce.
You are mine; I am yours it is enounce.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, trounce, the tiny bug doth pounce.
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