Before writing the poem, he felt he had to do some sole-searching.
Asks the fluoride ion. "Positively shell shocked" the sodium ion replied.
He felt the slack in his dog's leash.
Swim down and knock on the hatch. (In Sweden we have a running tradition of telling jokes about stupid norwegians. They do the same about swedes)
Black people can't swim.
Cut to them back at the station writing on a chalkboard with dozens of words crossed off
what else could possibly be in there
A bardvark!
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