They resembled two spoiled kids
getting what they wanted and not settling for less,
so they took on the challenge of an unthinkable task:
to gather the most food before dusk.
But neither the rabbit nor the fox
had thought hardly enough to get it done timely without ever slowing done and rest;
they knew there should have been been a max
and the less they brought back to their hiding, the more they were put to the test.
Frantically, the rabbit and the fox scurried back and forth,
of course the rabbit was slower and the fox much faster...
whom do you think would have won this bet,
when they had quitted and held their breath?
Many gess it would have been the speedy fox,
other may have not considered the feeble rabbit!
But in being so lazy and hasty, the anxious fox
dropped may findings along his way, never minding
of stopping, even glancing back...thinking it would slow him down!
How clever and careful was the laborious rabbit:
he gathered more than the fox and not wasting a minute!
Oh, how proud was the rabbit...oh, how envious was the fox!
Heres a rilly lame limrick for ya-
Write hear I'll change the beet!
also I ain't bin usin end rime
An this old line is whey to long for a forth line.
Kin ya gess how many words was spellt rong?
hummm, is that fiv or sex lines I needs?
here we go agin
what do I get myself in
once more I've got her crying
I gess I burn myself
let me fly away
fry out through the day
melt away to no where
what is that moon beam
in green eyes
my goddess in hur
let me fly away
my hart beat day by day
to hur sweat warmth
There was an unhappy man,
who used to dream alone;
and he lived life day by day
as it sadly shimmers away...
What are the colors of your rainbow?
Can you change that outlook of dispised misery,
and be part of this human race?
If they are dark like the clouds of a storm...
you can make up your own lively colors,
and feel the new spirit breath in you suddenly!
What are the colors of your rainbow?
Would you consider a change,
or go on wishing what it could have been?
Inside of you there's something hidden,
afraid of being revealed and told;
be honest with yourself,
be kind and loudly laugh...
life is a great gift and must be lived!
I spotted the same man, down my block,
reading the daily paper,
he was well-dressed
and ready for success:
shining shoes and a matching tie,
friends surrounded him with pleasure;
I gess he didn't fall for that lie...
he has finally found what changed his luck!
i have for you.
Awaiteing restlessness.
A lifeless word crashing.
Life is now left bleeding.
Love shredded by emontional.
Hung without exstence
Found where passion is.
This hart stripped of empitiness.
A painful dream with in.
Is my life.
MY writeing is my fate.
I just gess im to late.
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