Startled by the start of the motor,The dunking duckling, all shivery,
Stared at the bowing bogus doctor,
Whose only degree was a livery.
She had mocked his overture
And mimicked his disappoitment;
So he broke, before his departure,
Her denture, to find some contentment.
It took all his hate to fling 'er,
And her body made a splash;
The mortician did not linger:
His guilt had gone awash.
But do not, my friend,
Fall into helter-skelter;
For the duck, in the end
Rejoined his shelter.
Your words: company, allegro, pasta, compensate, govern, tenth, dote, spanking, fixated, marginal.
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