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HARMLESS TRAP




Yesterday we were in church,
So the word also came,
In the same accord,
As this saying of fame.
" Many are called but few are chosen"
I hope you did record.

A few years ago she met 
This guy called Bennett 
Who cast a vast feminine net
And left to his comfortable nest
To snap out a short rest 

Bennett was the man of vibes
Who had just bought 
The newest Pontiac Vibe
So her eyes were caught

She was surely the next
A naive girl yet hard to get
Had just become a good harvest
For the King of the forest

When he returned from his rest
His net had caught no fish
But meat albeit darkish
And he knew this was his best

So he hurriedly freed this meat
Washed and dressed her neat
For he did not just cast his net,
He was looking for a good pet.

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