There once was a kitten called Weft
With sharp things and knives he was deft
When forced to defend
Himself and his friend
He stabbed till no raiders were left
There once was a dog who was dumb
His stench made the atmosphere hum.
A monk hanging round
Obligingly ground
That pedigree mutt into chum.
A bandit queen raider called Xan
Conceived a notorious plan
To flee from her isle
In wizardly style
I think it'll go down the pan
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S:
This one will crush, punch, smash and bash
Yet there was some point to this trash
But oh! I forgot the words
Oh lookie, there be birds!
I'll be here all week! I take cash.
H:
Soldier -- I hope to god and hell
That you were quiet, very and well.
You did not think to read
the damned topic, you weed!
And your rhyme? As bad as you smell.
S: Everyone's a critic!
H: And then you ground them into chum.
S: What?
H: Shut up and come over here.