There was a young man name
as George, he made his
wooden shape house of pine
trees by his own hand, he
chopped many of scruffy
looking trees all over in the
enchanted jungle, very
sweet jungle, he got the odd
fabulous robe of string,
he grab the robe nice and tight
in the whispered and
tender wind, he swing through the
magical path of the
jungle, he grab many branches under
his own armpit handily, he
swing back to the dog pound
area, so he set the
branches down softly, he set of beloved
fire together, so he swing
onto the wooden house, he woke
his enchanted girlfriend
up charmingly, he take her the
waste line down the
service, he dance with her into the out
stunning bonfire, he pound
his chest like the ape man, his
girlfriend was laughing
nonstop at him, and she pound her
chest too, he was laughed
at her too, he teach her rode
the robe into the path of
the jungle like the wind blows and
flows, George and Ursula
rode together and picked many
apples and oranges, they'd
swing back into the dog pound
awesomely, they sat down
together eating apples and
oranges in a mid day so
far
Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-18-15
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