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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Did not take to stress well
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There Once was a Lady from Kent
There once was a lady from Kent
Who know not which way she went.
Coming or going,
Going or coming,
She said it was time well spent.
The blame, the blame, it’s the blame
Okay, I accept the blame. I promise to do better next time and only keep you up slightly past your bed times, more or less, depending on the time zone differential and the quantum variables inherent in the shift to and from insanity, calibrated for the cosmic drift, divided by the universal constant, multiplied by a factor of factor where the q of a is equal to the sum of the parts of the partial sum, square rooted by a rutabaga.
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