Hoot or shoot.
She put down firmly her foot,
Which was the trouble’s root;
He wished very much to shoot,
But all he could do was to hoot;
She won’t let them have a moot,
He wanted to kick her with a boot,
It ended as a case of a real loot,
And she did at last, him, uproot.
He left with his eyes in soot,
Grudging the mischief afoot.
Naughty Poems 
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