Poetry style - Limerick
(On a picnic)

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I was on a cinch in a treehouse,
where I was aghast to see a mouse.
black in color, was small,
but had made a big hole.
I was appalled, to say this to spouse.

looking around, I sigh and keep calm,
letting the mouse, hide under my palm.
there comes my cat - snowbell,
and stares at me so well.
I ate my sweet bun listening psalm.

crunching a bun, my spouse sat beside,
meanwhile, I took my tasty date dried.
out of nowhere, I smell raw,
seeing my cat made me paw.
I saw the dead rat as my heart cried.

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