A crepuscular creature with horns
Foraged evenings and morns.
But one night he roamed late
In search of a hot date
And ran into a bush full of thorns.
Bad Bob
Poem (of sorts)
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This can't go another day without a reply! Now, what about the man from Nantucket?
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