"What's wrong?" Asked the blueberry filling
"It's you!" said the crust, "See? You're spilling!"
"The birds made me spill!"
His voice was quite shrill
while twenty-four birds kept on trilling.
"Do those go together?" she asked
When the duo had both been unmasked
Like butter and bread
or Rose West and Fred
"Who cares? Let the ale be uncasked!"
Folks laughed when she called her boy Mary
Which made him quite sad and contrary
So he calls his mom Bob
And she calls him a slob
And it's then that the fight becomes hairy.
It's ugly to see them go at it.
They'll ruin the build-your-own-cat kit!
And tear down the house
Which, by-the-way, looks grouse
It's just not acceptable, drat it!
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