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"Peter Jackson has got your goat!"
I snicker with a sheepish grin:
First coneys and sleds to rabbit on,
And just as the plot wore thin,
This new haresy to aggravate ewe --
A film-induced coma
From the barnyard aroma
Wafting above the din.
But Pete shall ram his petty view --
This parody, this jest, this mock --
Down the collective throats of those
Like lambs who wait patiently in the dock,
And blindly submit
While they sit through the sh*t
This fleecing of the flock.
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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