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The Savage, the he and the o
Gross, greasy and hairy is the Savage,
And so heartless and terrible his ravage,
Oh, about his ugliness you should hear
The Savage is fanatically hated around here!
With his big nose and hairy legs he lurks
For the bad and the evil he works
Momentarily and endlessly his future he changes
Momentarily and endlessly his mind changes!
Warm, hot, bright, humid and right
With full tummies our boys were chatting
Gross, greasy and hairy is the Savage,
Oh, how horrible is his ravage!
Repetitively cries the boy with pneumonia,
Burnt to ashes is NOLA with begonia,
His long nose, bony chest and frog feet
How the town would gladly beat!
Now o’s arm has a mosquito bite
And in the back porch the culprit was flying
“Demons, devils, spirits possessed me”
So shamelessly and shamefully says he
He wishes, he wants; pleads he
The ill willed, the childish, the abusive, not to be
About books, movies, music and culture
About the infamous Louisianan vulture
He and o were lost in chatting
Until he was no longer smiling,
Arms were no longer linked; in fact his were now crossed
And o had patience, for he knew time was the only cost
Fears the Savage of loneliness, and death
Yet came closer and closer his last breath
With every tear drop, and every fight
And with his every Dutch-oven style fart
On his last day he knelt in the countryside
With memories of his beastly first kiss on a bridge
His breath stopped, and the Savage died
With an apple seed on his right side
“Reincarnation,” began he, and o picked it up
Only a minute this time, o had suddenly cheered up!
They made small talk first, and then it was back to normal
The atmosphere was lovely, and nothing like formal
The apple seed grew, a mother ate it, and a son was born
An oath of niceness was once sworn!
And later that night, our boys were showering
Then a patriotic bed was quietly shaking
The next morning two pipes were puffing
And an exotic globe was freely spinning
Sunshine was there and indeed cheering,
O gazed at him and was smiling,
And he could not help but find himself
So blissfully smiling

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The 3rd person singular pronoun in Turkish is 'o,' which I used in this poem to refer to myself, and 'he' to him.