There once were three bad mimes,
Who couldn’t speak,
Couldn’t rhyme,
They ALWAYS tried to be late,
Never on time.
They hated every animal,
From elephant, to bee.
They hated everyone,
from you to me.
They could be behind me,
With giant toy hammers in their hands.
Or maybe not.
The end.
(THUNK)
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