By: Twelfth grade me
Style inspired by Shel Silverstein.
Mysterious Misty once came and said,
"Come see the box right by my bed."
And so we went into her room,
And it might as well have been a tomb,
'Cause from the box she began to pull
All the things I think she stole,
From little trees to blocks of cheese,
From mini mice to grains of rice,
From pure-white snow to one-man shows,
And sprouting leaves to moonlit eaves,
So I knew she must be crazy,
For not even my aunt was so showbizzy!
