No rarer breed
–
that’s guaranteed! –
than Javier K.
(“Ken”) Heeditt.
Though slim to
slight
of appetite,
"Ken" never fails
to feed it.
Some grade him
greedy,
noshlekh-needy.
Both? "Ken" will
concede it.
Morn, night and
noon,
you'll hear "Ken" croon:
“I’ll have my cake...
and
eat it!”
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