At 23hundred hours, last friday night;
The news broke, a blob on our plight.
Sleep oh who you are, for me-
A reason to surf and deep glee.
Why! oh why, did it probable the other half,
Sorry not sorry, it beat my calf.
No stars were seen, or were they?
For i amneied the lonely sky bay.
The next morning earl, we rushed,
And sprant, are we also touched?
A long wait did present the land
Clean of the plague we wished our sand.
We saw, as we glanced beside,
There was dull and cry outside.
Oh my stupid mind, why did you?
Have to walk the shoes of the woe.
Then we examed our very cheeks,
While seeing small birds with vivid beaks.
It was uncertain, our fate.
Like the rain, that was very late.
The aroma spread, bringing a light of joy,
When we realized, for the one, we are only a toy.
Slick bait and boredom did shine.
On our lives, over or on the line.
