Mr.Goon...

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I had a vivid thought,
Before I was bought,
Yes he was a plump,
Huge like a pump!!

"Please don't hurt me!"
And I was ready to flee,
His eyes were like fire,
Which none can desire,

The police arrived duly,
And helped me fully,
They played their role,
And he was under control!

Bye bye Mister goon,
Who sleeps under the moon,
With his legs on  tables,
And also a lover of fables!
                                              Dalya.

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