Number 7

Poem By His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III

His Homeynence
Jumps off the fence
Then does commence
Without offense
To recompense
Ladies and Gents
For experience
At just ten cents
And finds intense
Full of suspense
Lacking pretense
With no defense
So herein, hence
Cranium dense
My commen sense
Tells me dispense
Past perfect tense
Business expense
Taxes immense
From whither, whence

peck...peck...peck

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