So there's this guy.
I slept on his floor.
You might ask: Why?
Seriously, what for?
My run in with Jake
was something metaphysical.
No mere mistake,
conditions were critical.
A night in a bathtub?
Everyone's dressed in fancy suits.
Porters, port, whiskey and grub!
Nonsense of knowledge garbled in groups.
Then we ran into Frodo,
it's impossible to see him...
Chip chap cheerio-yo!
Ol' Benedict's whim.
Your convictions are stark,
your revelations are rad.
What matters is dark,
my fraternal comrade.
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