There once were some Letters quite small,
Who went to a square dancing ball.
With each promenade,
A new Blend was made,
More Blends than the caller could call.
In the room were some arguing Blends,
Who decided they would make amends.
With every handshake,
A new Word did they make,
So it really made sense to be friends.
Next day, several Words took a stroll.
Before long they began to cajole.
In discussing the weather,
One lead to another,
And a Sentence became their new goal.
One Sentence made everyone laugh.
And as others joined on his behalf,
They giggled and chuckled,
‘Til everyone buckled,
Not knowing they’d formed Paragraph.
Well, Paragraph walked way behind,
Forming thoughts with those of like mind.
Soon Story was born,
And by dawn the next morn
‘Twas tapered, buffed up, and refined.
Now, Story got wind of some news;
That if he were to don some ink shoes,
His verbs and his nouns
Would spread all over town,
Instead of by ones or by twos.
When Story gained fortune and fame,
And all asked for him by his name,
It may sound absurd,
But he thanked every Word,
Blend and Paragraph by which he came.
~ae
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