Poor old MM hurts his thigh,
Falling through the porch,
Now he limps as he goes by
Falls and hurts his zorch.
Pray his future has aplomb
From such harm him sparing;
He has this akin with Mom,
Both need some Rapairing.
Life is lonely, life is cruel,
Hardly ever fair.
May the future find us cool,
And in good Rapaire.

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I know it's pathetic -- I was trying to fill the gap Rapaire has left, of generating really jejeune solipsistic verse. Writing badly is hard work, I will have you know.


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