So, there was a once-Lady from Kent
Who stole the suitcase and went
Under the cover of night
On a single-engine flight
With a portmanteau whose latch was bent.
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A portmanteau whose latch was bent
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The suitcase he called a valise
The old man looked like Sleaze,
Wearing a brown coat against the breeze.
He shook his head slow
And wouldn’t let go
Of the suitcase he called “a valise.”
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For something he didn’t know
She searched the island high and low,
Finding it with an old man moving slow.
She said it was an heirloom,
That a thief tried to make room
In his life for something he didn’t know.
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What happened after the suitcase event
There once was a Lady from Kent
Down to Haiti she went.
About her portmanteau
She did not know
What happened after the suitcase event.
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A story about sacrifice and song
The sergeant was about to move on,
But saw something that didn’t belong.
It was a portmanteau,
Wouldn’t you know,
And a story about sacrifice and song.
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And how he was there, then absent
One day the police sergeant
Whiling away on the Internet,
Saw photos of Haiti
About a man called Crazy
And how he was there, then absent.
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Into the abyss it piled
Portmanteau struggled through the wild
Opened its mouth and ate the child.
Leaping the wide divide,
It ate Sleaze on that side,
Then into the abyss it piled.
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Some lost their minds, others their boots
People clustered into small groups,
Seeing their land throw up its roots.
Fighting against their fear,
Certain the end was near,
Some lost their minds, others their boots.
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Could only feel her ill-will
It found the girl standing still
As all the world was in a spill.
It tried to reach her;
It tried to beseech her,
But could only feel her ill-will.
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The ground beneath it break
The portmanteau felt the ground quake.
Leaves sliding off its back like snakes.
As it searched for the girl,
The world in a tilt-a-whirl,
It felt the ground beneath it break.
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