Mr. and Mrs. Hopp

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Mr. and Mrs. Hopp​

stop everytime when they drop​

a piece of cake on the floor​

or more smeared out on the door​

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The moral of this poem​

is to show em that we know em​

that they are a dirty couple​

to dropple a cake on the flopple​

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Liken the cake smeared on the door to that of the blood of the lamb - and we can observe a modern-day "Passover" where it is the Angel of Bitterness, rather than the Angel of Death, which Mr. and Mrs. Hopp seek to have pass them by, ignoring the Shadow realm and the changes therein, therefore still inevitably encumbered by the Weight of Shifting Eternity.