Predatory things

Two beasts are really dreary,
And one is the mobile-dile
It gnaws at you steady but weary
It turns you to an appsy file!
Another chews you for long hours –
So fierce is the CP-saur –
The second dull beast devours
All those who you adore!
Oh, please, come down my hero,
Save me from such a pest,
Until I’ve turned to zero
My love, and life, and zest!
Two predators are killing
My relatives and time,
They sprinkle in the filling
Of senseless sticky slime!


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