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Thought she was Daft in her Head

My cottage has been formed into a teapot, the woman said.
I thought she was a bit eccentric, maybe daft in her head.
In the back I have a unique feature, an abominable snowman shed.
We drove to her home straight away, me and my kitty, Ted.

Ted gave a mew when he saw the place, startling Ed.
Ed is our finicky dog, who is a bit afraid of meowing Ted.
The cottage was a teapot, so she was not daft in her head.
I could hardly wait to run behind the house and see her shed.
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