Should parodic rants be forge-wrought
And clever thoughts opined
From old and plaintive lyrics, taught
In drawl or language fine?

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For old folks sang with wine and beer,
Foretold new-fangled line.
We'll make new couplets, mind-stress, fret
Scores polled by gang on-line.

And surely you'll tweak your mint stuff,
And surely I'll tweak mine.
We'll shake, drink up two Guinness, get
Poor mauled and dangling line.

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We two had fun throughout the days
And gored the songs once fine.
We've pondered many a cheery hoot;
Enthralled, we'd hang supine.

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We two have chortles as we churn,
From boring puns decline;
But seize ingenious phrase explored,
Through scalding language shine.

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And here's a hand, my trusty friend,
And give a hand to mine;
We'll take out spite, goodwill we've sought
For altered slang divine.

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