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Tuffy skinned a cat Behind Walker Bros. Stores; He was probably in on The sand-girl's situation, But no one believes her; Yet believe Tuffy capable of such. He wrestled ostriches and kangaroos At Jungleworld, Real ones. Some say the animals were old and drugged, But Tuffy pinned them all the same. Margo's house burned to the studs Following her sex-driven ****** That was thirty years ago, The same time Jungleworld, With its spiders, snakes and caged bear Died off with Tuffy and his peacock, And the secrets of his take downs and holds. I never saw Tuffy perform His flaming knife-throws, Destroying balloons between lips, Slicing straps with his swordplay. He would've thrived in Venice with Leonardo, Dazzling Popes and Princes, Who would be benefactors and patrons. Tuffy would have lived in a villa, On a mountainside, overlooking his audience, And applauding them for their attention to detail.
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Skinning the Cat
Tuffy skinned a cat Behind Walker Bros. Stores; He was probably in on The sand-girl's situation, But no one believes her; Yet believe Tuffy capable of such. He wrestled ostriches and kangaroos At Jungleworld, Real ones. Some say the animals were old and drugged, But Tuffy pinned them all the same. Margo's house burned to the studs Following her sex-driven ****** That was thirty years ago, The same time Jungleworld, With its spiders, snakes and caged bear Died off with Tuffy and his peacock, And the secrets of his take downs and holds. I never saw Tuffy perform His flaming knife-throws, Destroying balloons between lips, Slicing straps with his swordplay. He would've thrived in Venice with Leonardo, Dazzling Popes and Princes, Who would be benefactors and patrons. Tuffy would have lived in a villa, On a mountainside, overlooking his audience, And applauding them for their attention to detail.
Tuffy was a real life person in our community.
francie-lynch
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
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