Moose (an acrostic poem)

Maybe it was the squirrel had had enough

Or maybe Natasha finally got her way

Or maybe Mister Peabody was sick of being second fiddle

So all we know is Bullwinkle wasn’t around anymore

Everyone mourned as they ate their venison jerky

 

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