My little bit is happy since she finished the problem child,
It seems she had become more than a little riled.
Maybe she bit off more than she wanted to chew,
As she started to gag it became tough as leather from a shoe.
Now she’s free at last as from the coup the painting flew,
My baby is bouncing round as a Spring is known to do.
JRS © 12-16-08
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