wordy whisk, wicked wish
off tongues of troubled souls
impish limps, wimpy scrimps
of lives lived in tunneled holes
the moles...
drolly trolls pulling tolls
of grubby buggy wormy pests
fruiting roots, booty shoots
plate the bait for feasting fests
of moles
sightly light quite a fright
for eyeless pilous scratchers
mounded ground, drown the crown
flooded blood of spud snatches
the moles!
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