Today I have a small poem that I have prepared for you. Ready? Here it comes:
The reputation to be delicious
Is easily said of fruits,
And refutation that they’re nutritious
Is quite simple to dispute
This predilection is not fictitious,
Across the spectrum it fits.
My prediction is not ambitious
Though, that peach stones are the pits.
There now. That was painless, eh? Oh don't give me that look. Alright, I'll make it up to you with a little joke:
Did you hear about the caveman who was making flint tools when he was attacked by a bear? The bear caught him knapping.
Honestly, some people are never satisfied.
I am Karl Fogsen. Thanks for reading
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