They put me in the oven to bake. Me, a deprived and miserable cake. Feeling the heat, I started to bubble. Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble. They opened the door and I started my life. Frosting me with a silver knife, Decorating me with candy jewels. The rest of my batch looked like fools. Lifting me up, she took of my wrapper. Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her. Opening her mouth with shiny white teeth inside, This was the day this cupcake died.
According to all known laws of aviation there is no way a bee should be able to fly its wingsa are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyways because bees don't care what humans thinnk is impossible. Now see the beautiful sunset ore the ocen blue Fiery colors due abond of poems there are few I wish that I could write one, about the perfect hue but nothing rymes with orange. Orchards stretch for miles, they never seem to stop Their nectar baring fruit is one that's hard to top A fruit that justifies a sonnet, but might as well be rock but nothing rymes with orange.
As I lay cosy, all snug in my bed, I enjoy the imagination inside my head. Unitil I hear racket beside my bed, Its my 5:00 alarm! I quickly silent you, you annoying alarm. Then we snooze together and let dream carry on Enjoying the peice, then I'll be darned; It's my 5:15 alarm! Now i hush the ringing of my reminder. Ok alarm, let's put that behind us. Eyes just shut, but here goes that timer it's 7:20. I'm late!!
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