another one

Tom Pigeon looked at the squidgy ruler in his hands and felt worried.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always loved picturesque Paris with its impossible, innocent igloos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel worried.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kevin Ball. Kevin was a callous doctor with hairy toes and fluffy feet.

Tom gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an admirable, courageous, tea drinker with pink toes and ruddy feet. His friends saw him as a gentle, gifted god. Once, he had even helped an ashamed deaf person cross the road.

But not even an admirable person who had once helped an ashamed deaf person cross the road, was prepared for what Kevin had in store today.

The drizzle rained like singing foxes, making Tom sleepy.

As Tom stepped outside and Kevin came closer, he could see the breakable glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want love," Kevin bellowed, in a giving tone. He slammed his fist against Tom's chest, with the force of 2649 donkeys. "I frigging love you, Tom Pigeon."

Tom looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the squidgy ruler. "Kevin, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.

They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two grated, graceful goldfish singing at a very articulate wake, which had R & B music playing in the background and two forgetful uncles laughing to the beat.

Tom regarded Kevin's hairy toes and fluffy feet. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Kevin.

"Please?" begged Tom with puppy dog eyes.

Kevin looked angry, his body blushing like a smoked, sour sausage.

Then Kevin came inside for a nice cup of tea.

Here's a Poem

One day at a cake shop,

I met a man selling apples,

For money he wanted to swap,

But I really wanted some dapples.

"Got any dapples?" asked I.

"For that's how I'll spend my money."

"No dapples here!" said the guy.

He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely cakes,

I'll give you a very fine price."

"I'd rather have some sakes."

The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally tall,

And his manner was strangely amused.

He wasn't what I would call overall,

Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I'm a bit weak.

Still he gave me a courteous nod,

As if he thought I was plenty chic.

So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the cake shop could I leave,

The man came running full-hearted,

"I can help you I believe."

"Apples, dapples, you shall find.

Cakes, sakes, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to George St Market.

So to George St Market I decided to go,

In search of the dapples I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling tights,

Buns in many shades.

There were even stalls selling seitz

People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather weak

I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.

I wondered if she was at all chic.

Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, "For you, I have some dapples!"

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some cakes and apples.

"But how did you know?" I asked,

"Do you want them or not?" she did say.

Silently, the dapples she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

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