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Thanks Margueritem.
My bet it is the elephant girl.
The pucker factor was truly immense
For Tracy in a trap that made little sense
The tigers progress has been slowed
By a circus giant both brave and bold
Said Fee Fi with a determined lip
As his mighty hands began to slip
âNo time for you to kvetch and pineâ
âCall for help or else the tiger will dineâ
âOn your boney trembling bodyâ
âWhat do you mean, âwhereâs the potty?â
Agent Ennen was royally pissed
When she found that to his wrist
Tracy had a device that would summon
Law enforcement by the dozen
Understandably, with a terrible rage
She screamed at him in the cage
âGod you are such a great big stupid weenieâ
âAll this time youâve had on your Wrist Genieâ
âYouâre not a cop, just a big dummyâ
âWe could end up in the tigers tummyâ
Her candor though, was surely lacking
For in her purse a pistol sheâs packing
Can Tracy live down the shame
Of being in this story so very lame
Or will he just meander along
And sing to us his siren song
That draws us here each and every day
Where we suffer in great dismay
No reason can be discerned
No lesson is to be learned
As to why Locher will not simply quit
But continues to produce this pile of
Thanks Margueritem. My bet it is the elephant girl.
The pucker factor was truly immense For Tracy in a trap that made little sense The tigers progress has been slowed By a circus giant both brave and bold Said Fee Fi with a determined lip As his mighty hands began to slip âNo time for you to kvetch and pineâ âCall for help or else the tiger will dineâ âOn your boney trembling bodyâ âWhat do you mean, âwhereâs the potty?â Agent Ennen was royally pissed When she found that to his wrist Tracy had a device that would summon Law enforcement by the dozen Understandably, with a terrible rage She screamed at him in the cage âGod you are such a great big stupid weenieâ âAll this time youâve had on your Wrist Genieâ âYouâre not a cop, just a big dummyâ âWe could end up in the tigers tummyâ Her candor though, was surely lacking For in her purse a pistol sheâs packing Can Tracy live down the shame Of being in this story so very lame Or will he just meander along And sing to us his siren song That draws us here each and every day Where we suffer in great dismay No reason can be discerned No lesson is to be learned As to why Locher will not simply quit But continues to produce this pile of