Throw up at the hoe-up

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From the streets of old Oz comes the keeper of britney
With demands for retraction and rhythm like Whitney

Perceiving a challenge he rose to the bait
And this brief but strange tale which I did recite
With interspersed rhymes did he variegate
Bypassing the foils of which I did write

The end of the poem is triumphant and haughty
The lyrical prince has been just a smidge naughty
To call me a name is the act of a churl
Amphibian? No.  Bitch, this frog is a squirrel