Wolf @ the Door

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“I’m hungry like da wolf;
Da wolf at da door;
Hurry up and let me in,
Or I’ll fade away for sure.”

So, feeling kind I let him in
And, where do I begin,
He ate my arm, my leg (and then the rest of me)
I know – I ‘never’ win.

“But, how did you write this poem without any limbs?” you ask.
Well, you see, I am a poet
Who is ‘up’ to the task.
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NB this is Based upon Jane (LOML) being ‘hungry’ and my poeticising that. Simple G:)

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