As I was fishing, I caught a chub
This weapon I sued to fend off a bear
Welding it like a hunk of wood, it proceded to Glub
What became of it I really didn't care
When I got back home
I look at the peice of meat
and proceded to write a poem
telling how it became not so neat
Throwing it outside
I decided to let it sit
As I prepared to go for a ride
Digging into it was a fox kit
I continued to carve its signature into the hunk
eventually leaving me with a neatly enscibed chunk
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