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The Antelope.
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Comedy Poems. I walked out the door.
Happy as can be.
I felt so nice.
My balls felt free.
The air felt fresh.
It smelled like soap.
But there it was.
An antelope.
It stared at me.
It was so buff.
It opened its mouth.
I seen it puff.
I turned around.
And I seen another.
This one was bigger.
It was the mother.
It opened its pocket.
And grabbed a grapple.
She threw it at me.
It hooked my apple.
I need a plan.
And i need it fast.
Or my sack of potatoes.
Are going to blast.
I turned on my chainsaw.
I felt it roar.
I aimed for the privates.
And the beast was no more.
A lesson is told.
If you don't have a gun.
Guard your batteries.
And then you should run.
