Silly Mark Poem by Larry Dyck
Silly Mark
Mark, loved to play in the dark.
But one day, he lit a spark,
For this he did not know,
But a fire started to grow.
Taking off his shoe, he swatted a lot,
But soon foung out it was far too hot.
Having to relieve, he started to unzip,
The flame dissapearing, he let out a yip.
Running back to bed he quickly passed out,
For his love for the dark soon burnt out.
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