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Round and round,
One eye open,
On the ground,
Arm is broken.
Go to the store.
Buy some bread.
Would you like the tour
Or some fish instead?
I'll fry an egg
In a pan
And a chicken leg.
Could ya gimme a hand?
It seems we're out of those fish sticks.
I hope you'll like the food I fix.
In 12th grade English class, we were to write a poem in sonnet form. In case you don't catch this, I'll bring to your attention that the cook asks for a hand because his arm is broken, and yet he's still trying to fix food for you because he is crazy.
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