a modern poem: ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

He was a bankrobber but he never hurt nobody.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

He just very interesting. He just loved to steal your children.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

Spock in bed, ray of time, eminently practical garb.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

Some natives at the airport and the propanol in the shrubs.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes

withdrew into a calamitous marriage with a boy I shall name in 6.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones Jimmy Carr.

Lost electrons, single file, holy water from the man who gave the short response. (‘Yes’.)

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

Oh and yes he was wonderfully delighted to discover en route a machine that has eliminated the need for our local draconian mallards and their family of speckled consorts. Without a Christmas or any internal circuitry, baby rabbit can be had using only two birds with Scottish accents who must get confused between each other’s body while carrying big cups of cwoffee. The trick was they were behind the scenes at sunrise – woke up, looked out together and celebrated being mammals and all.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

I hear the Patch Adams approach is not an entirely unreasonable solution.

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