Feek once had a newt as a pet,
He caught it in a pond with a net,
It got eaten by a bird,
This poem is turd,
Because I can't think of anything else to rhyme with newt
Feek once had a newt as a pet,
He caught it in a pond with a net,
It got eaten by a bird,
This poem is turd,
Because I can't think of anything else to rhyme with newt
He thought he had a poem,
But he really couldn't get it going.
He thought it was a beaut,
Thought he'd dazzle all reality,
But 'twas really just banality,
Because it was only about a newt.
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