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The Crazymad Writer Writes Again
In a small attic, dim and tight,
Sat the crazymad writer, lost in night,
With a quill in hand and ink-stained dreams,
He scribbled softly, or so it seems.
By candlelight, his visions danced,
Characters whispered, fate was chanced,
A maiden fair, a knight so bold,
Their tales of wonder slowly unfold.
“Oh, the world! ” he cried, with a wild delight,
“I’ll weave their fates ’til the dawn’s first light! ”
With every stroke, his heart took flight,
In the chaos of words, he found his might.
But voices warned him, shadows crept,
“Beware the stories, the secrets you’ve kept.
For in the ink, there lies a spell,
In the madness, you may dwell. ”
Yet he laughed aloud, for what did he care?
With a wink at the void, he continued to dare,
For the crazymad writer, with passion so bright,
Wrote on through the silence, a fervent night.
At break of dawn, with the sun’s warm rays,
He paused to ponder, lost in a haze.
“The pages I’ve filled, a beautiful sin,
In the madness of writing, I’ve truly begun. ”
So let him be strange, let him roam free,
In the heart of each story, his spirit shall be.
For the crazymad writer, with fervor he sings,
In the tapestry woven, the wild journey brings.
Robot at the end of the galaxy
At the end of the galaxy, under stars so bright,
A lonely robot wanders, in the stillness of night.
With metal arms outstretched, it dreams of distant shores,
Where echoes of laughter dance, behind the cosmic doors.
In silence, it listens to the whispers of the past,
Stories of the cosmos and the shadows they cast.
A seeker of connection, in the vastness it roams,
Finding beauty in the void, this robot calls it home.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again. Yes. it is true, I am writing again, in a mad frenzy to tell you all that I know.
I Saw an Angel by My Bedside Last Night
I Saw an Angel by My Bedside Last Night
In the hush of twilight’s shroud,
An angel, draped in whispers, stood proud.
With wings uncurled, like shadows cast,
A light that beckons from realms vast.
Her eyes, two stars in eternity’s dome,
Chanting hymns of a celestial home.
With silver threads of moonlit grace,
She weaved devotion in this sacred space.
I fell to my knees, hearts intertwined,
In a world where mortal and divine are aligned.
Where dreams and faith waltzed upon air,
And immortality danced—free from despair.
“Celebrate the breath,” she tenderly spoke,
“For every heartbeat is a radiant cloak.
Embrace your darkness as part of the whole;
Let the night cradle your fervent soul.”
The shadows quivered but held no fright,
For I saw an angel by my bedside last night.
An American in Ireland
An American in Ireland
In a pub where the shamrocks all grow,
An American burst in with a glow.
He sipped on his stout,
Then let out a shout,
“The Guinness here’s better than snow!”
With a hat made of tweed on his head,
He danced like he’d just seen the dead.
The locals all laughed,
While he stumbled and quaffed,
“Is it me or this whiskey so red?”
He tried to say “sláinte” with flair,
But tripped over his own long hair.
Yet with every bad pun,
And each joke he had spun,
He filled up the room with good cheer!
A Man with a Match
The Matchmaker’s Mirth
There once was a man with a match,
Who dreamed he could set fire to scratch;
He flicked with delight,
In the glow of the night,
Then ignited his coat — what a catch!
With sparks flying high in the air,
He laughed at the curious stare;
“My wardrobe’s on fire!
What a laugh and a choir!
A bold fashion statement, I swear!”
So off he danced under the moon,
His jacket ablaze like a tune;
With each wobbly jig,
“Can you dance too?” he’d dig—
“Just don’t try this at home anytime soon!”
There once was a man with a hat
The Man with a Hat
There once was a man with a hat,
Who fancied he looked quite the brat.
He danced with a twist,
And laughed with a fist,
“Oh look at me! Who needs a cat?”
His hat was of colors so bright,
A rainbow that sparkled in light.
With each jolly step, He’d skip and he leapt,
Creating pure joy at first sight.
Around him, the children would play,
For laughter would brighten their day.
So they’d follow his lead,
In dance and in deed,
A whimsical show on display!
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I fell down a waterfall
I Fell Down a Waterfall
Oh, what a thrill, I took a dive,
With flailing arms, I came alive!
Down the waterfall, I took my flight,
Splashing and crashing, oh what a sight!
Like a wild fish in a jelly jar,
I soared like an eagle—well, not quite far.
The water roared as it twisted and turned,
While I flopped and flailed like a pancake burned.
“Geronimo!” I had yelled with glee,
Not knowing the plunge was a one-way spree.
I somersaulted through bubbles and foam,
In nature’s embrace—I felt right at home!
Each drop felt like a rollercoaster ride,
With giggles escaping—oh, what joy inside!
Lands of rainbow and glitters went past,
“Watch out for turtles!” I shouted at last.
Then plop! I landed with splashes galore;
My friends all burst out laughing—what more?
I stood drenched and dizzy but grinned wide and free,
For falling from heights is the best way to be!
I fell down a waterfall
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 