Inspired by another non-sense poem (Bet you can't guess that one):
One bright May in the middle of a blight,
Two bread toys got up a fright.
One was kind, the other couldn't pee,
Machine Shop Kenny was a refugee.
Hack to crack, they paced each other,
Drew some pics and forgot another.
A daft old clansman heard the ploys,
and came to eat the two bread toys.
Now if you think the fry is roux,
Ask the hangman, he ate 'em too.
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