Pay the Purple Pencil Penalty Please
There is a penalty for purple pencils, the puffed up penguin said.
Not this morning! I yelled to my muse as this danced in my head.
She is fierce and mighty, a pirate queen, so she flung me out of bed.
I laid there forever, hoping she would leave, as I promptly played dead.
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