Or Not I or humble pie will get it for you.
Not even the universe will comply.
The King decreed.
This is not a cup of tea.
Can we agree to take it out to sea?
Or foresee or forsake any lizards and laziness undersea.
Forget it or let it be.
So get along or regret it.
He’s been gloomy and unruly and quite the dusky dummy.
He can not to be brought or be fancy free or have a yellow yacht.
Mr. Please yells and swears downstairs at himself.
He misleads and misreads maps and mats left about.
Wacky weeds and gaps exceed the garden habitats.
Uncharted territory & marvels left to dust becoming murky.
He is a messy man indeed.
That throws applesauce and apricots into the sea
That guarantees that bumble bees and manatees
will jamboree above the coast.
Simple servant sat sadly composed on the pesky post.
Nimble fellow is thee that are trapped with his hat turned under
Engrossed and for the uppermost thoughts
on the cobwebs crawling on the tote.
-Never one to boast or have a toast.
The king suddenly invoked, poked and spoke.
I told you once.
I told you twice.
Get it for yourself.
Suzie
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