Josef A Darlington
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The Daft of Plaque...
From "Top Hat Cat's Club"
 

The daft of plaque was made of sack
And neither can I nor No
So up was 7 in 11th heaven
As Lucifer lactosed low

Descend O’Perils pacifistic
And never treat truth as a tramp
The Bull was clever, so never a heifer
Could cadge him the crouch of a cramp

Inverted in fructose, he dallied do-lally
And mucked-out the practice of kelp
The future is past, lend my a lap
And I shall mimaise of myself.

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