There once was a lizard: a skink
A very lowly life I think
But only a few
Consider the “u”
That kept it from being a stink.
There’s an acquaintance of mine named Chas
Who tells me all the troubles he has
His tongue’s like a rotor
Run by a small motor
How I wish it would run out of gas.
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