Dr Foster went to GLoucEster
In a delUge of rain
He dodged a deep puddle
But his umbrella was unable
To quell the soaking he was getting
So from then on he would elude phone calls from Gloucester.
“LO and behold, there's flour on the floor .” exclaimed Denise. “I wonder if Ethan has been making a cake?” she thought.
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