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Tinker Belle on Wheels

It's a shrinky-dink matter of ins-
tincts that bats its wrinkly winks at
a phat drink of roller-rink stink & pink.
He has no inkling of Brink's direct-link
to the clink when he sinks-in, slinks his
"slinky winky" into her tattered mink skin,
innocently inks some DNA (allegedly) then,
skinks away in a blink. It's his rat-fink, drinky
brain all outta sync when he plinks that kinky
trinket out at the precinct. That's  just a baad
coinkydink. At best,  deliṅquent hijinks when:
Tinker Belle, knowing  all well, sprinkles  her
incriminating tincture & erect binky fixtures
in-front of the incapacitated, near-extinct
Jarjar Binks whose zinc's been crinklin'
for a tinklin' since Abe Lincoln!!
What was she thinkin'?!
Written by arortiz73 (MTP)
Published | Edited 23rd May 2023
Author's Note
The Case of Tinker Belle vs. JarJar Binks.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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