Shush like a duct-taped pigeon.
’Else I’ll have me a smidgen.
Cut you up on a fine glass plate,
Reckon you’ll taste lip-lickin’ great.
Even I wouldn't dare tell a soul...
That should be yer best-bet goal.
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