The not so generic poem

This poem’s generic so how bout so red
This poem may leave you feeling blue
This poem’s strange but may stay in your head
This poem may not be all that true

There was once this man who flew all the time
He was so rich he flew all through may
Problem was he he never gave me a dime
Then was may he was gone all day

Turns out the man was dead
He had been found to late
He was late from a blow to the head
Now the poem ends as I use you as bait





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