Quadrilew: My Anole
My anole’s brown;
Oops, now he’s changed to green!
What a little clown;
he’s nowhere to be seen.
Oops, now he’s changed to green,
says it calms him down.
So still and so serene,
doesn’t make a sound.
What a little clown;
he likes to make a scene.
He cavorts around
then dashes up the screen!
He’s nowhere to be seen:
camouflage renowned.
Slick as Vaseline:
I guess he went to town.
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Another Quadrilew, starting with 5/6/5/6 instead of 6/5/6/5
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