I'm going to write some nonsense,
That might not be very clear.
This is going to be a lot of nonsense,
So you better listen here.
Some seashells on a seashore simmered on the sand,
Wishing they could eat samosas, if they only had some hands.
A ghost went to a roast, a barbecue with his friends.
But when he got there, he noticed with a start,
That all his ghost friends were indeed made out of tree bark.
So now you know what I can do,
Even if my brains are now askew.
Now, if you would kindly excuse me,
I am going to go write something new.
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