How Stories Come To Be

Poem By Leslie Alexis

I ate a whale one time
It was fresh so I added some lime,
And though it lived in the sea
My whale was not very salty
So I added some salt - a pinch,
But the taste caused me to twinge
As to why my head shook and shook
Then decided it was not well cooked
So I placed it again on the fire
And to my room for a nap I retired
At the smell of smoke I returned
Just to find that my whale had burned
And was now the size of a guppy
Barely enough to fill my tummy...

There you have it, this is the story
As to why even a whale can't fill me.

Comments about How Stories Come To Be

wow this poem is awesome a realy like the way you play you keep it simple coz some people think that a poem has to be complicated.

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