Ahem, ahem, ahem.
Things sometimes do become a bore,
And thus I start to rhyme.
Such silly things, I write much more
With so much extra time.

And now the poem. ;P

Bright Lights and Such

There once, oh, twas a glowing star,
In the sky it, woe, did shineth,
And to the star each night afar,
A little man did whineth!

A little man, alas, was he,
He twasn't very higheth!
"Oh glowing star," was his daily plea,
"Oh to be up in the skyeth!"

Up a ladder he did, oh, climb,
To reach up to the stareth,
It took but, woe, a bit of time,
Till he fell and broke his armeth!

"Oh no!" he cried out in the night,
"Surely I twill dieth!"
The glowing star was oh-so-bright,
And took pity on this guyeth.

"Yo, hey, thuth up, you'll be juth fine,"
He spoketh with a lispeth,
Reaching, smiling, the man reached for the shine,
And twas burnteth to a crispeth!

Now there's a moral to this story,
As all stories do have morals,
Thus, when you think you've got the glory,
You'll soon reduce to charcoals.

~ Breeze ;P

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Daedalan, in the year 249 AF.