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Sunday, December 2, 2018

Open & Shut Case A Word Ladder

When pies, like cases, open, that’s when birds begin to sing.
Once pies go in the oven, then those birds cannot take wing.
When pies are mere ideas, even then I pooh-pooh cakes.
Not every lad and lass can boast an Uncle Sven who bakes.
If Sven won’t don his apron, Uncle Sten we'll need to arm.
No doubt we’ll need to stun Sven only – not do lethal harm.
When piemen choose to shun their duties, we’ve no option but
to force each guy to make a pie. (And now this case is shut.)

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