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The Too-Due-Lu-Bout

There is a legend
Of a hollow key
That opens a door
To the kerdumptoius sea
And if I knew what kerdumptoius were
I’d probably fall over and look at a bug
But I do have knowledge
Of an allaboe
Tis similar to legend
Yet it has no go
The allaboe
Goes something like this:
There is a legend
Of a hollow key
That opens a door
To the kerdumptoius sea
But the key was lost
In a sack of lots
So the portal was closed
And the shop had all got
Yet it was found
In the burning ground
Set fire by my ancestors
We did not know
If we should show
We would, if we knew how too
So we hid it in
A stars pocket
That way it would be hidden
But the secret had leaked
And the ink had all gone
The life of the mountains
Was not nearly done
Yet I found a way
To set foot on land
And become a god
To mortal men
They worshipped me, yes
But I had to find
The hollow key
To the kerdumptoius sea
And like I said
I do not know
What kerdumptoius is
Or what to show
But if you bear with me
I will surely be through
Just listen to the story
Till this tale has gone “woo”
So as I was saying
I was worshipped
Yet I needed to find
You know what to knew
So my search began
On earthen lands
I looked and looked for days
My strength was depleting
My hope had moved out
I was no longer
A Too-Due-Lu-Bout
Having lost my position
On earth and on land
I wrote this poem
In hopes someone would stand
But as I said
My hope had moved out
I put out my mind
The Too-Due-Lu-Bout
And to this day
I live so to see
Tis a sad story
Maybe

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