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There was a young woman from Platt.
Who tended to sing in B flat.
Her voice was so bad, it alerted her dad, who arranged a duet with the cat.
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There was an old noble from Dallas.
Who paddled his boat to the palace.
He asked to be knighted, for he felt he'd been slighted, but he only returned with a callus.
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There was a racehorse from Kentucky.
Who had won because he got lucky.
A weekend of rain, muddied the terrain, and his equine opponents got stucky.
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There was a hitchhiker from Rome.
Who got fed-up living at home.
His hair grew so high, the cars passed him by, so he returned to look for his comb.
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There was a Great Dane from Bordeaux.
Whose gait was painfully slow.
One day in December, too cold to remember, he wound up buried in snow.
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There was a bandito from Chile.
Who went by the name of Fat Willy.
His conspicuous frame, made him quite lame, so his career choice seemed a bit silly.
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