Mini-Game Rhyming game

And all the festivities they surround.

 

then they kick, punch and pound

 

The poor little @Blitz to the ground.

 

then came the hound to wound,

 

Yet could not wound, it found.

 

that it goes round and round,

 

The ferris wheel, it goes around.
But such is the tale,
Of a small, baby quail.

 

longing to one day set sail,

 

On the sea with a baby whale,

 

asked the question, are you hale?

 

No but I'd like if the sky were to hail.

 

hail, hail, won't you come again another day?

 

I guess it can come next time to play, and just not today...

 

wash away all the pain, then come the ray,

 

Nay, I may,
For what, you say?
The sunshine's ray,
It's bright today~

 

hey, lets play, on a faraway bay,
lest they say, dry as hay, wet as clay

 

Gifts I lay,
Beneath your feet.
Come what may,
But let us meet.

 

how i long for that,
days and night i spend,
what if we had met,
will this feeling end?

 

This broken heart I lend,
In hopes that you can heal,
The pieces twist and bend,
Ugly, jagged, but real.

 

going out for a meal,
a seal eating an eel,
it forgot to take its pill,
it choked, help! like a ship it keel.

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