The Prang

Distracted by the sight
Of a gang of nuns
Embroiled in a fight,
I had a prang.

It was the first prang
I had ever had
So I got out,
Gathered it up in my arms,
And hastened home.

I bathed the prang,
Dressed its wounds,
So they no longer stang.
I lined a box with straw
And there the prang
Settled down
After I had sang
A goodnight lullaby.

The prang stayed
For seven days
And became
My secret thang.

On the eighth day I woke
To find the prang gone,
Back to the land of the prangs,
Or so I was led
To understand.

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