I wrote a poem. Yay me.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Lime.
He always liked to sing about the wintertime.
So when he left his comfy home,
And ran into a grumpy gnome,
He went in search of a latrine,
While walking past an old machine,
He came across a crocodile,
And said to it, "how juvenile",
He then was swallowed in its jaws,
Though even with his many flaws,
Lime, now dead, was greatly missed,
He should've been watching where he pissed.Um so yeah . . . I'm bored. Tell me what you think, poets!
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