One morning that was bright,
Things weren't going very right.
He woke up by a scream,
Haunted by his last dream.
Following that scream,
He stepped on something like cream.
What he saw was like a lie,
It made him rub his eye.
Pumpkin was talking,
Brinjal was walking.
Carrot was making faces,
Corn was tieing it's laces.
Suddenly they saw him,
Then echoed a sound of falling tin.
All screamed together -
Look! Who is here!
Don't you dare to go near.
His name is Mr. Miller,
And he is our killer.
They all went to a side,
Screaming again 'let's hide'.
He felt a little cold,
The feeling was like getting old.
He was floating in matter!
All he could see was his wife with a bottle of water.
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MR. MILLER AND HIS FARM
HumorThis story is told in the form of poems. Our main character is a middle aged man Mr. Miller who lives in grasslands of Scotland. Mrs. Miller is a beautiful woman who is kind and is also tired of her husband's lame jokes. The couple already owns a ca...
