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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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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All around heard silly sound
Tossing the cloak upon the ground,
The Sleaze barked forth the words he’d found.
He barked loud, far and near.
He barked loud, for all to hear.
But all around heard silly sound.
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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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