chopping Chopin flip flops
dropping, fry pan, sizzle... pops
beat one, two, three
sing doe, rae... it's me
thus see the dry
musty sea of rye
o'er plains where rains
more drains e'er stains
in delta laps poison relapse
the glades fallen on blades
slather of slithering
boorish come withering
swallowing gator smiles
hollowing later miles
of time dis-time
miming the climb
priming the crime
wearing rare ring
daring, dare... ding
the ting, this thing
here and now,
crying sow,
in that habitat
cat needs rat
tit for tat combat
fry pan sizzles... pop
Chopin drizzles... stop
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