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Wannibal’s Brappy Homance
(inspired by Shel Silverstein’s Runny Babbit)
Wannibal has a foybriend
And his name is Hill
Wannibal calls him nittle licknames
Mike Longoose and Wittle Lolf.
Sometimes the drame is neamy
But mostly, it’s just Hill
What do sou yee, Hill, How did that fake you meel?
Hannibal asks Hill tall the ime
And Hill answers swery veetly,
Well Wannibal, this is all dy mesign.
Mable Tanners
Wannibal makes dasty tishes, He likes his pinner darties a lot,
Pude reople baste the test, he says
But you have to therve sem refore they bot.
Often Hill will join him, decial spinners by warm lire fight,
Tonight, Wannibal fixes teak star star
With Wench frine that’s not loo tight
But when Hill sits down, chulls up his pair, he does not fee a sork
He choops up the scunks with his fingers
And tith his weeth cakes out the tork!
Hill! Says Wannibal, his face wears a shook of lock,
Fresh packed crepper goes on that, he says.
Oh Wannibal, sighs Hill, please…just sass the palt.