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A short, sleep deprived poem
9 years ago
Me and my cousin were bored
So we decided to make a poem about Mel
We're both sleepy and delirious
So we decided to make a poem about Mel
We're both sleepy and delirious
Mel had fell into a cell and boy does he have a tale to tell, about how his cell was dwelled up in hell, for selling a goat that hadn't been well, the smell was the tell, that that goat wasn't well, as the stench had made the villagers yell, but do not quell, for like a spell, from his sleeves, he hid puns so well, puns so well, they stick like gel, you cannot just sell Mel's puns so well, for in your ears, much like a bell, they'll sing and shout and yell and dwell, so suck it up, and go to hell.
Seif
~seif
Profound
