Sleaze ranted and yelled and let out a hiss:
“This is mine, you dirty little miss.”
She pulled one sleeve on;
The other was gone.
And between them grew an ugly abyss.
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Between them grew an ugly abyss
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“And I’ll go insane”
“O’, hex a mubble skibble fritz
Without the coat I can’t break it.
The curse will remain
And I’ll go insane.
O’, hex a mubble skibble fritz.”
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The seam ripped open into a breach
The Sleaze ran fast along the beach.
He grasped the coat hard like a leach.
He pulled it his way;
She pulled it to stay.
And the seam ripped open into a breach.
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Much alarm, great harm, and all fright
The girl ran with all her might,
Aiming for the coat, then aiming for out of slight.
For the Sleaze had seen her
And he would mean her
Much alarm, great harm, and all fright.
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Turn your heart into glass or to stone
The gnome said to leave it alone
That the coat was not of this zone.
“If you mess with it, dear one
Twilight will come near one
And turn your heart into glass or to stone.”
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The girl turned reckless and bold
The weather turned suddenly cold.
The coat was threadbare and old.
But when she saw it appear –
Even with the Sleaze near –
The girl turned reckless and bold.
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Learned what true giving meant
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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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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Hex a mubble skibble fritz
“O’, hex a mubble skibble fritz.
Your life is what you make of its.”
Prancing up and down the shore,
He’d bark that and nothing more.
“O’, hex a mubble skibble fritz.”
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