My wolf sped into my room,
It made quite a boom.
My room shoke and turned,
leaving your books burned.
The wolf was glad,
And walked out leaving you sad.
Your room is a mess,
Because you confessed.
For giving your wolf a bean,
When you were supposed to be mean.
May 17, 2009
Tim's Poem he tried to make. He only wrote the first line.
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