Imagination
There was a chubby boy named Aflatoon
Floated down from nowhere one afternoon
wearing a baggy, funny looking pantaloon
in a colorfully decorated hot-air balloon.
To get his hands on a blue diamond soon
That shines, oh, but once in a blue moon,
Woebegone he landed in a muddy lagoon
And that made him go as crazy as a loon.
So he lay moored with a limp balloon
Like a sunken ship after a fiery typhoon,
Boy, he better do something pretty soon
All shall perish by the gloom of the moon.
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