Elana was a blind ol' tree,
brief in movement she was,
saying much frankly
as a venerable person has and does.
She searched around with eyes in slits,
could find some things very well
but she couldn't find half her tits
and much else in her hell.
She hired her great nephew
to narrate for eight bucks a pop
He was very literate but with much ado.
She bade him sit and stop,
"Read everything in recording - what say you?"
He read much in solitude
and hated earthly matters,
Searching for his beatitude,
with his clothes all in tatters.
Hark! His Great Aunt needed him much,
And he her,
Many pages to touch,
Together they found their cure.
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