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The closet doors opened and through them came out
A motley of monsters with horns, tails and snouts;
Sharp teeth and long tentacles, talons and trunks,
Some hairy, some scaly ALL smelly as skunks!
It's hard to find words to describe their features;
They were, beyond doubt, the UGLIEST creatures!
Every single one weird, every single one wild,
Every single one there to be fashioned and styled.
What do you do, when you're faced with such freaks?
Do you faint? Do you run? Do you hide? Do you shriek?
Miss Mary's solution was typically chic:
"I will open the world's first MONSTER BOUTIQUE!"
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