Spontanious Poem

Friday, October 19, 2007 2:00 AM

Well, I just was letting my mind wander (yeah, its dangerous, but I was bored) when this poem suddenly spang out from nowhere. I don't know what to make of it, but here it is:

It was a stormy night
When the werewolf cried;
It sounded through mountains
And into the sky.

The howl chilled
Everyone's bones;
It was a feeling
We could not condone.

So into the rain
We dashed and we ran;
Untill we were stopped
By a giant mustard can.

What do we do
We cried in dismay;
Let's head out
And search by the bay.

So we looked and we looked
'Till we found the werewolf.

We threw a lighter at it
And also some keys;
'Till the werewolf took off
And swam out to sea.

Now the werewolf
Bothers us no more;
But on each stormy night
We determindly snore.

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