ICABOD CRANE
as was his tardy habit
arriving fashionably late
to the Social Soiree
he ventured upon the Hollow
on Midnight his stellar steed
in the Sleepy time of twilight
when pixie dust powders the last light of dusk
all gussied up in his finest attire
Icabod unawares
lost his head
Midnight took a gallop
Icabod's head took a wallop
ended up in the drink
by the Bay
guess who discovered it today?
Chiccoreal
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