I once took a trip to an isle
who’s native young girls had no style
they would walk to the zoo
dressed in rags and one shoe
(for the other was lost back one mile)
On the side of a lake called Gadib
is an orphan still stuck in his crib
all surrounded by muck
and quite terribly stuck
without water or clothing or bib!
when you closely inspect through my room
you will see it’s in need of vaccuumme
all my sheets are a mess
(mom expects nothing less)
and to clean it is surely my doom!
As I study alone for a test
I do find that it seems to be best
if I stand on a tree
with my leg to my knee
and the yoga takes care of the rest!
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