[A contest entry; the first two lines were given.]
The hundred and second dalmation.
Was stranded alone in the station,
With fake ink-spots on his skin,
Waiting for his bitchfriend, lips a-grin.
But what came wasn't just the train.
'Twas accompanied by ink-washing rain!
Train and rain hissing, the wheels screeched,
And out came Cruella, her hair all bleached!
She spotted him, but the rain had de-spotted him!
And the dog-catchress left, muttering 'It's not him'...
The hundred and second dalmation.
Was stranded alone in the station,
With fake ink-spots on his skin,
Waiting for his bitchfriend, lips a-grin.
But what came wasn't just the train.
'Twas accompanied by ink-washing rain!
Train and rain hissing, the wheels screeched,
And out came Cruella, her hair all bleached!
She spotted him, but the rain had de-spotted him!
And the dog-catchress left, muttering 'It's not him'...
4 comments:
As thou always sayst to me...
"LOL"
Did those stunted morons give you anything for this 9 pointer?
Second place, Unni bhai.
Well....hence the proof.
Excellent :-)
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