I shall tell a story.
There once was a man named Bob.
Who lived by the corn of the cob.
He planted and plowed all day.
On the shore by the ocean's bay.
His children grew strong.
His life waxed long.
But one day a strange thing occured.
In through the window flew a bird.
It landed on the table and began to talk.
Bob proceeded to gawk.
It told him a tale.
About a strong gale.
Bob was amazed.
And was obviously fazed.
Yet the bird did not falter.
He told of the lightning and water.
Bob felt compassion.
So he gave him his rations.
So year after year.
Bob gave him his ears.
Until finally he ran out.
His children no longer stout.
Bob began to die.
But to bird continued to thrive.
I hope you enjoyed my story. I worked very hard on it. It took me a whole two minutes to write!







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Spare me your excuses... I'm sick of waiting for something that only causes me pain!
You need to gets some stuffs on here lady!
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