The story of Tony

November 12, 2016
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There once was a boy named Tony

Who was very, very bony

He was as thin as a plank

His skin color was blanc

And he ate a lot of baloney

When he pooped it all out

It was the color of grout

Therefore his stomach went into a terrible drought

No water was found, so his hands were then bound, to the table of Dr. Mahoney

The hands of Tony, the skinny boy Tony, was given to the Doctor's maid.

For Tony was bony, so very bony, that he had no other choice than to be slain. 

The life of Tony, the skinny boy Tony I wrote in a message today.

No matter how bony, how much they resemble Tony, their life should be spared on this day.

For all you out there, for all of you that dare. 

I promise you Tony will see.

He still lives on, turn this into a song, the skinny Tony Demeur.

There is still a boy named Tony, he is still very very bony.

But give him a chance, just one more good chance, and you'll come to love young Tony.

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