Miley-the-butcher’s shop was too small,
Just
a dimple made by a wrecking ball.
It
was all she could do to keep up every day,
She just couldn’t help but get in her own way.
She
tried zigging and zagging this way then that,
She
took off her apron; tried a new hat,
One
day she thought she’d try dancing the twerk,
Backed
into the grinder; got behind in her work!
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