Biography of Mr. Riddiculous
I was born.
I did some stuff.
I wrote some poems.
I eat at everymeal most of the time.
I wrote this.
A lone man, runnin in the street
Hates himself, and everyone he may meet
His only friend, supposed to get him out in the end
was the hard rock he was listening to as he turned the bend!
Rock! ! the dungeon all around him
Rock! ! the walls are caving in
Rock! ! if ever he may escape this
Rock! ! the castles strengh he will miss