In past times passed
Pipes that leeched lead led to untimely deaths
And 'twasn't a rare thing when bread bred old mold
Did you ever break a brake?
It's a hard habit to halt
Your ewe of yore would need an aide to aid her
I bid bye-bye by buying passage
On a plain plane to two towns
I soon sighted the sites from somewhere in the air
I was sealing my ceiling
When I sensed a scent that sent me reeling
Checking if I needed to close my clothes
But still...
I know no reason to not knot my mai tai tie.
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