Unfortunate Poem XCIII

Miss Lucy stood with poise and grace.
But then she fell flat on her face.

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Unfortunate Poem XCII

The manor house was full of guests
Who Percy called “a bunch of pests!”

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Unfortunate Poem XCI

Lynn’s prize goat, the first-place winner,
Served up quite a tasty dinner.

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