A stallion shamed across the sea,
To catch it seems a giant bee.
And when it did they morphed so quick,
Like butter, it melts with a burning wick.
And now it vanished behind a flake,
To emerge again as a slithering snake.
It coiled and rolled and then it spread,
Thin and vast, like oil on the water bed.
It wiped again, renewed like the dew
But this time the clouds are very few.
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