On the way home

I met a man called Bones,

His bones cracked as he wandered the streets, looking for souls,

He told me his story, about how he wanders the lands,

Later on, he collapsed into a pile of ashes and blew into the horizon.

I met a woman called the Gangadiddle,

Her face was as shrivelled as a raisin,

Her arms were like twisted branches,

She let out a scream as she realised she was locked out of her house.

I met a boy called Mr. Doob,

His legs were as stubby as tree stumps,

His hair was as long as spaghetti,

He told me the secrets of creativity and fun.


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