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Tuesday, July 11, 2023

Rowboat Redux

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream.
Throw, throw, throw your throat! (The dummy's named Kaseem.) 
Blow, blow, blow die Flöte; perform a Mozart theme.
Eau, eau, eau your moat; don't fill that trench with cream. 

Slow, slow, slow your bloat; phone Oprah's Diet Team.
Sew, sew, sew your coat; one stitch will save that seam! 
Know, know, know your quote, (It's "Halls of Academe.")
Flow, flow, flow your note: legato it must seem.

 No,  no,  no your vote, our civic sins redeem.
Owe, owe, owe your groat; embrace no Ponzi scheme.
Sow, sow, sow your oat; to hell with self-esteem!
Tow, tow, tow your goat; that Gruff goat is a meme. 

Grow, grow, grow your shoat! Do try the pork-stuff'd bream.
Beau, Beau, Beau's so haut: see how his shirt studs gleam!
Floe. floe, floes won't float, their liquid's turn'd to steam.
Zoë, Joey, Chloë...note: your lives are still a dream.

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