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THE POEM YOU ASKED FOR
I tried feeding my poem, giving it water,
But it laid their without making a move,
I tried playing music for it,
But it just wouldn't get in the grove.
After being exausted, I took it to my balcony,
Fot the breeze to calmly carry it away,
I will miss you, my fair poem,
But you must go astray.
That's when the poem jumped up,
Tore off my clothes and beat me,
That's when it took the keys to my car,
And started to make fun of me.
Where are you going you stupid poem,
Oh I'm just gonna take up some space,
So it slicked back it's hair,
And said it was going to your place.
