Response #3: Guo Xiang
Bob
There was a young weasel named Bob
Who belonged to ex-convict mob
When asked of his crime
He replied quickly in rhyme
“Madam, it is merely my job”
Bob once was my kind, loving pet
Who was tired of shots from the vet
Yet it wasn’t the pain
Or the nurse, oh so vain
But the tap that he’d never forget
There was so much I still couldn’t tell
‘Bout this rodent I thought I knew well
It was my fitting fate
That when cleaning a plate
Bob tapped me so hard that I fell
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