This Very Poem

There are nuts

In the huts

With a pair

Of underwear

And a mouse

In the house

Who said, “Please,

Give me cheese.”

But he died

And was fried

By a cook

With his hook

In a pot

That was hot

He’s now food

For the mood

That was ate

From the plate

Here’s the score

He’s no more

At this bend

It’s the end

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