Poem ... Smitten
There was a Doomour
His name was Fred
Thoughts of extinction
Wandered through his head
He planted a garden
To help him survive
Those tough times acoming
He must keep alive
He then met Sue
Was completely smitten
Of her gardening skills
And cute as a kitten
Together they face
This extinction race
Nothing they can do
But to each other stay true
Rabid Poet
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