An Absolutely Nonsensical Pseudo Poem That Fails To Pass For a Fairy Tale

When poet Tennyson was very young, He was a handsome tiny son, Who loved playing tennis under the sun. When in his teens, Tennyson excelled at his studies So much so that he won the admiration of Adorable girls who numbered ten. As an adult Tennyson the tiny son went on a journey To a faraway city called Newcastle upon Tyne. There he came across a man who covered himself with tin. Tennyson decided to call him "Tin Man." Tin Man and Tennyson became good friends So close together at all times. Then one day they met someone so pretty and tiny Who looked and behaved exactly like Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell, tinkle all the way, Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-donkey open sleigh! "What a delightful, perfectly beautiful day we have today!" Said Tinker Bell. Oops! I don't think she could talk. Who, then, made that statement, I wonder? I wonder, I wonder, Alice in Wonderland. Humpty Dumpty all the way, Smiling nastily like that cat Whose mouth was floating in the air, Devoid of the rest of her body. All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Alice together again. And she one day decided to climb that tree, Which grew so tall as to reach the sky, Out of those beans that that old, ugly woman Had given her the previous day In exchange for the cake Alice had given her. So Alice climbed and climbed and At last she landed on the nearest cloud. There she saw a great mansion Surrounded by vines. She lost no time in stealing in through the huge iron door. There she found this goose of gold And Alice was tempted to steal it And bring it back home. And so she went down back home With that goose of gold And lived happily ever after.