Pop, pop, pop!

WHEEEEEEEEEE!

 

There once was a neighbour whose flying

Insects were becoming so trying

We bounced on them pop!

And gave them the chop

And left them all dead and quite dying!

 

I’m so good at poetry. I’m so good at everything! I got so many of those nasty things, they won’t be bothering me any more!

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