Tip-Pit

TIP-PIT

Tip pit life is full of strife, 
He took a knife and killed his wife,
He was weak so he couldn’t speak.
He ran to his house and took a stick of milk,
 but it was full of ink.
He ran and checked his time, 
but unfortunately it was nine,
And he had lost the fine 
he payed to get the line.
He drank some wine 
from the dine for it was mine.
Tears dropped from his eyes, 
for he was in fear that 
the neighbors will hear.
Tip pit is a nit,  
for he lit up his house with his fit.
The neighbors flew into rage 
and had him caged. 
Tip pit lost his happiness,
For he was now living 
In a cage filled with darkness.
Oh, how sad is Tip pit, 
for he has lost the tranquility he dreams of, 
Now he lives in a pit filled with ****.

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