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John the Faun (note: this poem was co-written by me and my friend Hilary who is a sophomore at U
One day in Taiwan, I came upon a yawning faun with a baton. He was sitting on a lawn with a brawny swan who looked like a moron. He said “my name is John, and this is Vaughn.” John looked very wan so I went to Bonn and bought him some flan at a salon. John and Vaughn’s favorite flan was pecan. When I returned John had drawn out a prawn. “My name is Sean,” said the tiny prawn, “but I want to join you on your lawn for flan.” All was well until dawn, when I spied Sean, John and Vaughn, still on the lawn, eating flan in Taiwan.
“Be gone, John the wan faun, with your baton and yawn coming on, eating pecan flan from a salon in Bonn with Vaughn the moron swan with brawn and a drawn upon prawn named Sean at dawn upon a lawn in Taiwan…. Oh well now they’re gone.”
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