The present
There once was a little boy
He wished that he had a toy
He begged for it every year
He always burst into tears
Until there was a gift
That a friend had bought from the thrift
The gift was given to the boy
Who was jumping in joy
The boy unwrapped the box
His face sly like a fox
There was nothing there
He was tricked just like the hare
The boy was very sad
Then he became mad
He waited for next year
This time he did not fear
He made a car key
And claimed it was for free
He threw in his yard
Which was slathered with lard
His friend dived straight in
They slipped and fell into a bin
They were lectured by the boy
To never bait out joy
And this is why
When gifting a present, you should always try.
by andy 7.1
