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Flopsie and Mopsie, Piglet and Pooh
Are walking home, after a
Wonderful day playing together.
They soon reach the crossroads
And go off, on separate ways.
Mopsie, dear thing was stopped,
By a group of slightly older rabbits,
Was asked for her money,
and when replied she had none
Was beaten, hospitalised,
now in ward three.
Our friend Piglet did not go
Straight home. In fact, he detoured
To meet a new friend named Timmy.
Although it turned out, bless, that
He was not Timmy and indeed
Not a friend. Piglet was
Understandably confused
For they'd talked so long on the internet too.
Pooh also, did not go straight,
He went off to meet some friends;
Who were stationed on the corner.
And as he came upon them,
He was handed a can;
For Pooh loves nothing better
Than a drink fueled fight.
To all this, Flopsie, was unaware,
He went, straight home
To his nice house in the burbs
And up to his room,
Where he quietly sits;
And cuts his arms.
For he,
Is the most lost of them all.