He drank a glassful brandy,
All over again randy,
Then tried a little Quanta
And soon began to banter
"I'm a Poaching Trespasser,
In a Property, Racer,
Moving at a clean canter,
No halting by your Mantra...
Often watching Lawful Pace,
A keen eye on Owner's Face
To hellfire not let loose,
Owner to reject a truce,
My poaching finger first list
For those...
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