The portmanteau was content
To be helping by being bent
Into a safe place
For the three with no space.
It learned what true giving meant.
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Learned what true giving meant
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Leaves on top like a dome
The portmanteau became a home
For a girl, her dog, and a gnome.
Providing shelter from rain,
Hiding from the Sleaze gone insane,
They piled leaves on top like a dome.
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For a day in paperwork she spent
Returning to the Lady from Kent:
To the police department she went
To file a complaint
About the portmanteau that ain’t.
And for a day in paperwork she spent.
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Meant to be written and not spoke
The Sleaze pried open the Portmanteau
Hoping to find out what he didn’t know.
Inside was a brown cloak,
And a note that was a joke
Meant to be written and not spoke.
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One girl with all her might
The Full Moon was high in the night
When Sleaze saw the horrible site.
People in camps and in tents,
Like sinners waiting to repent.
But one girl hid with all her might.
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And his mind did a dangerous flip
The Sleaze bolted forth and jumped ship,
Taking the “valise” along as a conscript.
He floated ashore,
Holding portmanteau’s door,
And then his mind did a dangerous flip.
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Did not take to stress well
The captain, upon inspecting his vessel,
Found a suitcase too big yet to wrestle.
Finally shoving it aside,
He grabbed for Sleaze’s hide –
Chasing a man who did not take to stress well.
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Size does matter
The blue portmanteau was quite mad
To be kidnapped by this ignorant cad.
After all, size does matter —
A valise’s innards will scatter
Across a cargo hold only a tad.
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The Man of Sleaze
The portmanteau and the Lady
Were sightseeing where it was shady,
When a man of sleaze
Said, “What a fine valise.”
And pirated portmanteau to Haiti.
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The Portmanteau
There once was a portmanteau
With a mind of its own and blue.
So away it went
With the Lady of Kent.
This is a story — that’s true.
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