I saw my chance and took it, chopped him down.

He did not see me coming, the old clown.

How could he? I was carful and meticulous

studied for weeks I did, oh the wickedness of me.

Clever and cunning and oh so stunning

Never would he guess, I would come running

back to him. But alas it was not what he thought

and he got what he bought.

A good sticking,

with whipping;

Until he was confound.  


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