I've herded the opera singers into
Where they listen to Chi Gong
instructions cup worry about
every measure to come
The sun will rise above the trees.
But back to now water cool, lake calm --
their lungs breathe to toss my stick
Watch, I pounce on their toes
Panicky fish, they
I just need to struttock your view
Druzzle the rest of your coffee
I agree your lover's a great cucolay
I chadjusted the driver's seat
Before I pawled it to a gypsy.
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Listening to Strauss
The tenor won't stay.
Yesterday he nearly
burnt down the kitchen.
Today he's off to another
race, unsure of his purpose.