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A comedic poem about gift-giving - a rhyming poem. |
| Holding true to every claim; Classic player, hall of shame - Maybe on the walls of fame - A bottle more, it finally came. Boom or bust, decision time - Gotta trust and know what’s prime - May not always be sublime, Follow through to abject crime! Just receive him, action’s great - Put a bow, use gift wrap, Mate! Once accepted, called a trait, Voices carried, home by freight… Knowing what we have to do, Dispatch gravy, rummage through - Captive actors seeming true; Visit people, how they boo… |