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Once upon a time
a little Sawyer to a summer camp went.
They even brought an own tent,
so excitedly they went!
But shy was the poor fellow,
even if their player color isn't yellow,
so started they with something mellow,
and to the evening fire brought a bellows.
When the cute fuckubus
was in the bus
ready to meet the terminus
was their seatpal an octobus
ready to make some wild ruckus!
The fuckubus comprehended thus
was their mate subtle as tyrannosaurus
and thought they need a hiatus.
Who cares!
But was Sawyer’s bellows fairly antique
straight from the old Albuquerque
with their power certainly not due.
Such a peculiar cue!
And soon learned Susanne the Stormy
and a fat cutie certainly golemy
that what makes the crispy marshmallows
can be helped with a good old bellows.
Soon started the conversation
about Sawyer’s origins
and pneumatic interventions
about who they were and from where and why;
lots of attention got the fuckubus shy!
And when someone shared them peanut butter
which was their delicacy utter
could Sawyer only tearfully mutter:
”Hey you’re so nice, I wanna say without clutter:
if you like to bake, I have a cookie cutter!
Although it’s a dinosaur,
it doesn’t matter if you’re a centaur.”