Hand off that marble you fool
It was form with glass, not a fine sheet that you can burn
Those glasses easily burst not only tears
Why you eager like a brat
Off you dirty foot from neighbour garden
You cry. Hiss you
Hidden your thicken paw, you purr kitten
You bad kitten, I shove you with my witch stick
Mark your claw at those poor rats, they ready to crawl, hide and seek
Not me. You fool
Red big nose, you petrified clown
Stripes to pull your pants up, you shallow trendsetter
Pale face. Teasing geisha. Bad clown. Bad.
Big fat hat: a sack straw hat
Blunt become you rival, you not welcome.
Hiss you. I fancy those rattans, round as easily to mend
Tho he is wild, yet his nature shall be tame.
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