Rattle out all the hatchets
We’ve a gnome-alone needing freedom

Just a perch on which to feed from
A reach from freedom should the bough ever bend

The nails with which his soles were sewn
Have made only for a prickling countenance

And if you’re counting this as one worth reading
Send a sock for the sparing of his bald head’s blushes

Bearded queers are not beneath us
The funnily-featured fit their frames as forecasted

You too may have a frame to fill
We’ve to see to it that you’re fit for the filling

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Meat is free to the fiscally challenged
We’ve arranged a fire pit for the bone-idly contemptuous

Admittance guaranteed upon the studying of one’s aura
Grim greys, dismally speckled, you are getting the craic

Against our strictures you have been deemed passable
Yelping, or any variation on the gurn is strictly forbidden

The commencement of your duties will be marked by a bodily tumult
See to it that your window is alight with dire humanity. Good day.

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You are requested to appear at any number of hip gatherings
Toss your diary aside, we have made all the necessary arrangements

State of dress as follows: quaint, delicate, and torn
To be seen is quite a thing, no one knows, really

All enquiries to be disposed of in a ritualistic manner befitting
Away you on. Moving pictures and all that. Lose control.

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