The crash bang tale of Miss Celia Leblanc

The wee red car reedily went honk
but too late and it hit with a clonk
the hippogriff who groused out “Zonk!”
Out came the girl worried she’d conk
“Sorry, sorry! My brakes are all cronk!”
“By that as it may, young lady, pétanque
is not to be played with a car! Tronk!
Is that where you wish to go plonk?”
“Plonk? Is that some kind of honky-tonk?”
“Well… it could mean to badly play music: plonk!
But I mean it to be set down heavily in gaol: plonk.”
“Oh. No! On a wall my head I should bonk
if I wished that.” “Well, then! Be off! Zonk!”
“Thank’ee sir, I’ll nae forget thee or my name be not Leblanc!”

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