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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Let me tell you the story of Miss Jenny Prime, who spent all of her days making everything rhyme. It was thought she’d outgrow this strange childhood spell, but her fetish just grew and made her parents’ life hell. When Miss Prime was a baby, still sporting a bib, each night she was cuddled, then placed in a crib by her doting young parents, who thought it quite funny to give her a pet name, “Sleep tight Hunny Bunny.” And that was the start of poor Jenny’s plight, forced to listen to vowel chimes night after night. Before long she was making up rhymes for herself, all her un-rhyming toys were just left on the shelf. Even quenching her thirst could cause quite a stink, no O.J for Jenny, her drink had to be pink. They bought her some shoes, red, shiny and new, “I’ve told you, I’m not wearing a shoe that’s not blue” She demanded a dog so they went to the pound, she picked the fattest one there, just to have a round hound. Her bed had to be red, her jeans had to be green, and a fish dish for dinner or she’d cause a right scene. Stamping her feet she cried “I should be Jenna, and for pocket money, I should be getting a tenner” Each Friday brought tantrums, as she hardly had any, reluctantly taking just a penny for Jenny. Her increase in years simply brought more despair, she bleached ebony locks for she needed fair hair. The colours of clothes always caused her to cry, so to get round the problem she learned to tie-dye. Now I know it will come as some sort of surprise, but Jenny had caught a young gentleman’s eyes. He knew things would be tough, but he’d give it a try so, with posies of roses, he dared to drop by. The roses were great and he was kinda cute, he’d even gone to the trouble of tie-dying his suit. He was called Jack Kilkenny, his name did not rhyme, so she told him to leave and stop wasting her time. But Jack was his nickname, his real name was Lenny. Alas, this information was not known to Jenny. He was perfect for her, a match better than any, for if they’d wed they’d be Lenny and Jenny Kilkenny.
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