First Readers

Janet and John are dead and gone,

Present, only in the past tense.

They were stabbed to death by the sticky digits,  

Of myriads of grubby midgets.

That's not the only tale of woe,

For what horrors befell the little black Sambo?

Ethnically cleansed, for all that I know!

His good name, misappropriated, he just had to go.

Chicken Licken survived, if only under alias.

Her caution repaid, a good career she made, in the belly of that fox.

But that perhaps was better than washing Cocky Locky's socks!

But her sky never did fall; it was another bad call, alas.

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