There once was a girl named Jo Who loved to shovel snow so everyday at school she'd wear snow printed on wool So everyone would know There once was a boy named Steve Who really loved to weave he'd weave in and out all day about And never ever would leave Just because of a bet And fate the two met so they fell in love watching the stars above And in June they wed Now this isn't the end of the tale The two received by mail a baby or two more than a few And all they heard was wales Then, one wretched day Jo got sick and passed away so Steve was hexed and he went next And the kids followed the way!
Reason for writing:
I was writing a type of poem....can't think what it's called right now.....and this popped in my head
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