A Rhyme... duuuh.
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 137 views | 0 comments
Oh I'm a wee little rhymer, and a wee litte rhymer am I. I like to make rhymes, and do so till I die! I'm not very rich, no in fact I'm quite poor. I can't even afford, a house for my front door. But on this grand day, what made me holler? I found on the ground, a brand new 1 dollar! It couldn't be true, no it must be a fake. Oh but what harm could it do, if for myself I should take. I grab the new dollar, and head to the store. I went to buy food, these things of lore. For quite a long time, I've had no food. Except for this apple, I bummed off some dude. I go to the store, and try to buy a yummy. I hope that i buy, something that fills my tummy! I wander the store, and am filled with dispair! The only thing I afford, is a measley pear. For 94 cents, it better be tastey. To the register I go, and might I add a bit hastey! I stand in the line, and read all the mags. I even put up with, the rambling old hags. At last it's my turn, I was filled with delight! But the look on the cashier, filled me instead with fright. He told me to put the pear back on the racks. The 94 cents, didn't include 7 cents tax! A mere penney short, but too far I had gone! I decided to run from the cashier named Ron. He chased me an chased me, wishing me dead. So to get away fast, the pear I threw at his head. Alone and hungry, again was I. Remembering fond memories, of warm apple pie. My hands in my pockets, passing streets of many. Then at my fingertips, I feel a small penny...
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