Kicking a fish ain't so easy.
Just ask my ol' uncle Jeb.
He took a great swing with his Nike
And mistakenly kicked my aunt Deb.
Though her poor bottom was ample,
And softer than most I dare say,
The kick touched a nerve
And Jeb started to swerve,
He hopped in that boat
Which was yet still afloat
And then it flipped o'er
And Debbie said, "Grrrrr"
And the kick that he'd meant for the fish
Made him wish an impossible wish
To reverse the events of that hour
And avoid the sopping wet glower
Of my auntie Deb.
Poor uncle Jeb!
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