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You all know the story that once
I received a slight knock on the bonce.
For sure my laws must
have forever been lost
if the apple had chosen a dunce.
There remains a small bruise on my head
insufficient to send me to bed.
Just imagine the grief
and the consequence if
it had been a pineapple instead.