White Rat

I have a little thorn
Whose nuisance I have worn
Its effects stall my slumber
When I think you’ll discover
That bashful little worm
That irks beneath my calm

I hope it leaves me be
One day quite soon I pray
Before I have to cleave
Before,’I do!’ I say
Because you’ll see its tail
Before I tell its tale
All so I may abscond
That taunting tiny thorn

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