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Judy Meeker
Every 5th line of 4 line verse ryme

I cannot name it to the cat

She would run and hide

And disrespect and all like that

Or think that I have lied

She's not my friend...

I cann't name it to that big bird

For she would surly tattle

If she told what she'd heard

Then I would have to battle

With CNN...

If I name it to my lover

He's still take me for granted

No man must discover

I am from another planet

Not even kin...

Now don't you rat me out

Lest I tell on you

Both of us no doubt

Would land in NASA's Zoo

Never seen again...