
The Peculiar Boy
There once was a lad who’s finger was a pencil.
He claimed his hand was a stencil.
He had a crooked grin and teeth that grew.
He chomped and he chewed.
Whenever the tip was dull, he gnawed it back to it’s original potential.

There once was a lad who’s finger was a pencil.
He claimed his hand was a stencil.
He had a crooked grin and teeth that grew.
He chomped and he chewed.
Whenever the tip was dull, he gnawed it back to it’s original potential.
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