Y’all’s rock dismantles scissors? Y’all claim vic’try for y’all’s labor.
Y’alls scissors severs paper? Y’all’s one parchment-shreddin' sabre.
But, lest
y’all’d assure all’s “mutuy'all!”
destruction, bite y’all’s caber!
Twice five trampoliners: their nine siblings they'd outshine. The first lands in a neighbor's yard. There now remain just nine....