There once was a man named Lavar
Who found poetry real bizzare
He thought and thought
But write a poem he could not
So crazed, and filled with desperate rage
He franticaly scribbled upon every page
When he looked at what he'd done
He realized he'd finally written one
The poem he wrote was wonderous
And the appluase it recived, thunderous
But Lavar made many enemies
Jealous poets vicious as bees
So they killed Lavar, guilty they were tried
And that is how the poet Lavar, died
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~The Large book of Tales and Lore
The title is relatively self-explanitory. Here I plan on writing stuff like Poetry, Short stories, and random Tales. Enjoy reading what you can. More will be added when I think of it.
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