There once was a lady named Shirley
Her hair was long , black and curly
She thought it was right
To walk the streets in the night
And all the way dance and sing loudly
There lives white owls on my terrace
All day they sleep and at night is a menace
So loud its screeches
Each night as if it preaches
Winging white soon, the owls disappear into dark surface
I once met a Baker named Chase
Who married a female wrestler called Chaste
It was such a waste
She never allowed him to taste
She was always running around in a haste
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