The tale of three fingered Ned

There once was a man from Peru.
Who owned several pairs of shoes…
And a habitually angry Llama.
Yes, that too.
 
The thing was a beast! 
It wasn’t that bad…
IT TOOK THREE OF MY FINGERS YOU MISERABLE LAD.
 
A finger and thumb are all that remain, of that chance encounter in the pen that day.
 
Oh Ned won’t you please, relate for me that tale, of you and that Llama, on that fateful May day.
 
Well… The Russians were marching… of that I am sure…
And I heeded not the warnings of local (and ancient) lore
 
I reached out to pat it… But little did I know, the thing was of violent temperament…
And I was a little slow.
 
It lashed out quick as a flash… and that… as they say, was that.
Oh I howled and I cried for all that it helped…
My fingers it swallowed with a smile and a belch. 
 
So should you ever go down to the pens one day…
Remember old three fingered Ned… and turn the other way.

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