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Harold was discovered uncommonly erect

Neither battered nor tattered not at all suspect

Not a gash nor a scratch nor a bone roughly broken

And possessing an unused subway token

Gifted with wit and delightfully quick

Yet often regarded as a bit of a prick

A salt-laden stab or a light-hearted poke

Not everyone willing to take the joke

I've frequently tried to send Harold a message

To eschew with taboo and unsavory fetish

For he pined for a princess who was firmly engaged

He invited and ignited her man's wrathful rage

Is this my conclusion some grim consequence

Did someone knock Harold from his high cocky fence

Whether haughty or harmless or full of dung

Well, someone certainly silenced his tongue

With his face untouched and his hair undisturbed

And all his dark habits effectively curbed

What has hushed the old boy, oh, who can tell

Perhaps he was humbled by some vision of hell

A petrified stare on a face drained of color

Poor Harold now seems considerably duller

So take his trembling hand and see he makes it home

Put him to bed and pat his head and let him alone