An author of fiction, called Frank
Was robbed on his way to the bank.
He fell to the ground
With his book that was bound
In tinfoil, which he thought was swank.
Colleen had a collie called Clive
(The dog was more dead than alive!).
He groaned and he moaned
So she had the mutt cloned
But it's doubtful Clive II will survive.
My clock struck thirteen Sunday night
And my Orwellian fears did excite.
I looked at the screen,
And my face turned pea green,
and then red, and then blue, and then white.
My clock struck thirteen Sunday night
And my Orwellian fears did excite.
I looked at the screen,
And my face turned pea green,
though the chance of apocalypse slight.
The cheers and applause filled my head
The dragon was slain, good 'n' dead
But here comes his Dad
Uh-oh, folks, this looks bad
But shhhh! I'll hide under my bed.
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