Scurry by, little pretender,
Exacerbate, but pretend to not remember;
A ground squirrel, a woodchuck,
A little weasel that never gave a chunk.
It's a possum, it's a pudding,
It's an Arkansas rendering;
You can gaunt, you can gait,
But does the thin one make it back across the gate?
But Beatrix wants you to live, so let Peter expand,
And Old McGregor, we will disband;
And Potter her name, but not Biblical exposure,
The true ending of nameless disclosure.
* I have about a 5% chance of people seeing these poems after 22 years....Its metaphorical I think? I am also going to be archiving all of this into a better format.
