Funny Fennec

In a city filled with good fennecs
Lived one little brat worth a heck
Eager to break his neck
Such a fennec was Little Selleck

But when his birthday came
He stopped all his bragging
And simply gave a damn:
The seasons were not aging

Little Selleck took a puff
And thought off-the-cuff:
Although he was no killer
He’ll massacre Winter

His goal was crystal clear
And all the world rejoiced
Trusting his inner poise:
Time will no more be feared

But frost from the past
Refused to be cast
Bursting from anger
Renewed was Winter

Pecked on the neck
By his lack of luck
It was snot that he wept
A fennec cold as a duck

Yet his luck not all packed up
For he wept so much snot
That raised from all that rot
An gross army walked up

Snotty fennecs blazed the freezer
Their victory spread like wildfire
Cool was their leader, as a cucumber:
Little Selleck arrested Winter

Bonus track:

It is a day of joy for what is at stakes
A lover of fresh beats, of hashish and steaks
Little Selleck was able to feast
Spring had come with a banquet at least

On a road filled with funny fennecs
He entered debates to fill in his stomach
Luckily he found two Aztecs
Such a hungry fennec was Little Selleck

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