Random Poem 8
It was a cold, dark and stormy night
But the adventurer said "Yeah right"
He ventured out, and got frostbite
And got pooped on by a kite
He called upon the priest to smite
The dark, cold and stormy night
Soon the sun shone bright
And returned to him his eyesight
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