there once was an unknown poet, who longed in his heart to speak, to write a sonnet like shakespeare, or to ponder of love like keats. but in the village that he resided, lived the most feared critic to ever be, the most pompous man that you could ever meet, who they simply referred to as D. now once a very long time ago, our hero did speak his heart, but the mean old ogre laughed at this, and tore his whole world apart. how can you call this poetry? full of love and feelings and no rhyme? its awful, terrible,and most of all, it will never be as good as mine! so the little poet hung his head, and walked away with tears of defeat, no more would he write his sonnets, or dream of being like keats. So the moral of this story,my friends, with its ending sad but true, watch out for ogres like the big 'D', or this could happen to you!
Reason for writing:
everybody needs to read a fairy tale ONCE in a while.
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