You are viewing a single comment's thread from:RE: Lets try something new - Stories and rhymes for the win. 10 SBD+ to win.View the full contextsammosk (71)in #contest • 7 years ago There once was a man with a hen.
And he wielded his mighty pen
The pen was dry, the man went to cry.
Despite how hard she tried,
His wife couldn't assuage his pain.
No pain no gain, said said and ran with his crane.
The crane was limp, the man no pimp.
Seeking the missing piece. He jumps into the sea. A shrimp he sees and plants a seed.
"Why me whyyy me?" he screamed as he plea'd with the sea for fears and dreams he could never foresee
Broken here by not upvoting previous comments.
Aww man!
and the last day he die
He lived in the smallest ramshackle cottage by the sea.
Unfortunately the house was right on the edge of a cliff and this made the man nervous.
This was when bungee jumping was considered an act of terrorism because the revolution militia used it to practice jumping off airplanes.
Fortunately we had developed a far more humane method of jumping from a plane, and that was the whoopie cushion. So named for the loud noise made when landing.
The multiple explosions of whoopie cushions triggered an unexpected tornado and trees began sailing across the skies
All in all it was just a bad idea to go jumping from planes, instead this man liked to ride, he rode his bicycle everywhere.
As he rode his bicycle he was hit in the head with an icicle.
and the hen didnt go to den