The Seamstress

Twas floritz and the checkic wroves

      Were stitch and stab in the zuture.

All chintszy were the floves,

      And the threed reaths gature.

 

“Beware the Volleedle, my apprentice!

      The prick that spears and the eye that tears!

Beware the Nin, and practice

      The irridatious friears!”

 

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