At The Market
One beautiful day I went to the market.
But when I got there there was nowhere to park it.
So I parked in the grass hoping no one would yell,
But all of a sudden, a little boy fell!
A woman came over to help,
but the boy just started to yelp,
"Oh, holy kelp!"
All the sudden I got a fly in my face,
And then figured out that the boys name was Mace.
And then after that I went in the market,
And I met a tall lady whose name was Carpet.
I bought a few things and then it was time to go home,
I had a report to do on the place they call Rome.
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