The Pennsylvania Squonk Poem

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Deep in Pennsylvania's woods so dark,
Lives a creature that's said to embark
On sorrowful journeys with a woeful sound,
The Pennsylvania Squonk, a legend renowned.
Its skin, so mottled and covered in warts,
Hides a creature that's known for its broken heart.
It weeps and wails in the moonlit night,
A sight that fills the woods with its mournful plight.
Some say it's elusive, elusive to find,
A creature that's sad and hard to define.
But those who've heard its pitiful cry,
Know the Pennsylvania Squonk, a legend that can't deny.
With tears that flow like a winding stream,
The Squonk's sadness is more than it may seem.
A melancholic mystery that roams the glade,
The Pennsylvania Squonk, in sorrow, it's laid.
So if you journey to Pennsylvania's wood,
Listen carefully, and you just might be understood.
For the legend lives on, of the Squonk so forlorn,
A creature that's haunted, yet so uniquely adorned.