Folded as neatly as any origami piece
I fashioned my saber-jet flight ready
And aimed it at my third-grade squeeze
When the teacher said, “Milton, please!”
Unfortunately, missing my target, darn,
It zig-zagged far to the left, then steady
Flew right into the window aquarium
When the teacher said, “Milton, please!”
Retrieving my water-saturated missile
Which was dripping fuel onto the floor
I was petrified...
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