KillerMuffin

You're a slave to the rhyme. Add that to the childish meter in odd places--very Seussian--and lacking a definitive rhthym that ties the poem together.

A very freshman effort. Don't quit your day job.

Forgot. You don't have one.
 
Yay, Yay, Vixen, Vixen!
She's our one!
If she put's out
I want some!
 
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