A caterpillar spat at Silla,
standing in the rain.
When Silla didn't notice,
the pillar, spat again.
He placed six hands upon six hips,
threw back his head and screamed.
MAD, that Silla didn't care,
or to the Pillar so it seemed.
You see, the pillar was in love with Silla,
ridiculous of course.
For Silla's not a pillar,
she's, a thoroughbred race horse.
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