This is a scary little thing I wrote when I was unexplainably hyper. If you have little or no sense of humor, turn
back now...

Old Mother Hubbard
Lived in a Cupboard.
In a magical house,
In the sea.

Three Bears were her neighbors,
Their little dog too.
And on Lollipop Lane,
Lived a big giant shoe.

Every night, the moon would rise,
And the naughty black sheep would fly.
And old Father Time, with his head in his hands,
Thought: "God...Why oh why?"

This poem is bad,
The concept is worse,
But at least I attempted,
To keep it in verse.

MUA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
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