AN: Another poem for you guys today!
Review as to who you think it is.
I own nothing but the poem.
Poem 2:
Not very bright, they are a joke.
Without our hero's they'd be sure to choke.
The town would go piece by piece.
Luckily, a woman keeps them on a leash.
Calling often with nonsense or a monster on the loose.
Makes them want to put their head in a noose.
Yet, they care about them still.
They're getting older and more shrill.
As evil arises, they start getting more crazy.
Calling more and more, the girls get lazy.
Still a kind heart, wise might I add.
Enjoying life more than you would have thought they had.
Sometimes clueless, sometimes not.
Man, those pickles really hit the spot!
I hope this was less obvious than the last one. That one was easy!