Their was a kid named Alex. He was a small

Their was a kid named Alex. He was a small cute little boy that just wanted to fit in. It was his first day in elementary school he was nervous and excited at the same time

and, perhaps, he had reason to. Sure, all the students seemed rather normal and friendly, but he didn't expect the teachers to look like anthropomorphic animals in flannel gear.

The 31st century was just like the 13th century, because time is like a yo-yo. The one difference was grunge music, which rocked so hard it broke the laws of physics. The teacher

threw a tennis ball at that radical. It was true though, gunge music had broken the laws of physics. Everybody knew it. Some thought it was fine. Others called for them doing time.

But when anyone tried not to rhyme, they immediately got hit by a lime. It became humanity's curse to say every sentence in verse. Even my young brother Tucker, and he was one dumb

clucker. He thought he was a duck but was, in fact a chuck. Weep for brother Tucker, for he is cursed with

A lot of bad Lucker. But as a side of beef, he'd sink his teeth, into eating all the mushrooms in the land. The farmers found out, waved it all about, Tucker had been banned.

So Tucker went home with his mouth all a-foam and got on his Facebook Page, but his rant was so raw, as we all soon saw, that he blew himself up in a rage. Thank you, and goodnight