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PUDDY TAT AND PIED PIPER

 BEYOND THE BOX

THEME: CROSSOVER OF FICTIONAL CHARACTERS




            PUDDY TAT AND PIED PIPER

They're at it again! With bricks and bats

Thwacks, smacks and lots of splintering  cracks

Crockeries clatter, into a million shards they shatter

Tweety hobbles hither and thither,Sylvester close behind her…


To put an end to this constant menace

Tweety hatches a devious plan, this nuisance to forever erase

Trusted friend Jerry comes to her rescue

Tells her that he'll be her accomplice, her fears and worries are quite undue


A call on a hotline is made by Sylvester all in a stupor

Promptly arrives a dude in a frolicky caper

"Hey there, how can I help you? I'm the Pied Piper!"

Sylvester calls him aside and confides in a whisper


"Pests and pesks are abound and around

I'm going crazy especially with that cunning mouse rotund."

"Say no more, it'll be done", says the Piper

"I'll ensure everyone lives happily ever after."


With a melody of wispy filigree

The flute erases everyone's memory

Tweety, Sylvester and mischievous Jerry

Live together in friendship and harmony.


(20 lines, 168 words excluding title)

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu



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