Forrestt Bloomington loved to talk
So bad one time he was pelted with a rock
One day he was walking straight into town
He met a half frowning pink hippie clown
They both enjoyed pulling simple pranks
And eating charbroiled mini franks
One by one each house was damaged
They fled each time from their warlike rampage
They received much happiness from there mess they made
Forrestt and the clown had become the master of the trade
They soon got old and sprouted grey hairs
Resembling old tattered teddy bears
They retired from there disastrous pranks
And continued to eat there little charbroiled franks
They lived happily after
And still cried happily with laughter
Very clever and whitty :) Check your grammar, adding a few commas is not a bad thing, the ideas run into eachother on some of the lines ;)
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Ha! Cute little story! It's funny thinking where some ideas come from, like eating the charbroiled franks... haha