This poem can be listened to.
I went to the kingdom looking for a treat,
a toad offered up some reds to eat.
At twice his height I felt big enough
asked if he had some stranger stuff.
He offered some greens pressed into a moon
I said "I'm not looking to kick the bucket too soon,
and I'm playing hardcore with no continue.
Maybe I'm searching in the wrong kinda venue?"
He closed the door, twisted the lock
said "I got the stock, just hit the block."
Question mark boxing, prize inside,
something pops out, eyes go wide.
We passed it back and forth for a bit under an hour
while we spit hot fire straight off the flower.
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