Rest assured, horse, the biting will come;
We are writers, of course, and not dumb
We come in all sizes
And cheat to win prizes*
'gainst opponents who brains are most numb
The score is dogs 4, horses nil So the horses will pick up the bill. And the dogs will rejoice,
When they find their true voice,
they'll howl in a fashion most shrill.
No critters were harmed in this verse, the butcher’s bill could have been worse For his thumb on the scale
Pressed down hard on some whale
As each customer emptied a purse.
Sean Sillaby suffered from stress, when pronouncing the letter "s". But the qs and the ps, Stuttered out with less ease,
all detracted from vocal finesse.
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