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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.
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