Paula left
home and moseyed on over to the bus stop. When the bus came, she hopped on, and
cruised to the city centre. She dropped off the bus, and strolled to
McDonald’s. She entered McDonald’s, waited in line, and got her food. After
receiving her food, she plopped down at a table, and nibbled at her food. She froze,
however, when she noticed that a hair was lying in her bag of French fries.
Poem:
I am an anglophile,
A language
filled with guile,
None more
versatile,
Rockin’
that Britannic style
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