Blue was the glue,
That poo poo’ed my new do,
It clambered and hollered and made to say boo,
But I kept my new look,
As it was for my book,
And had just the hook,
For a nasty old crook,
That liked to eat limes,
Had a knack for good rhymes,
And was short a few dimes,
So he had to go steel,
To make up on his deal,
That he had pawned for a wheel,
And that’s how the story begins.
-Aaron E-J

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