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The Smink, one would think,
Would be a sort of a mink,
But the Smink, ever eager to surprise,
Shall quite often prove, that this is all lies.
The Sminks, they will prowl,
But never a growl,
Will you hear emerge from these,
As they take all insults with ease.
The Sminks are quite nice,
The Sminks could melt ice,
But despite their best attempt,
To all possible friends they're exempt,
For the Sminks are twelve feet ten,
And often mistakenly tread on men.
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My try at Prelutsky.
