Help has been delayed.
The rescuers are lost.
Accountants have defrayed
Their compass at your cost.
The bears are up and running.
The bull has whet his wings.
Lifeguards outside sunning,
The happy hunchback sings.
Into the broken woods,
Then out again, chop, chop.
Illicit, knockoff goods,
Sold by your momma’s shop,
Are smuggled home by doctors
Discovering arbitrage.
Your robed and pear-shaped proctors
Wait in the garage.
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