Creative rhyming

He started to feel a peculiar thing jerking,

And noticed Steve the Pixie yanking on his coat!
 
"I was too, but sadly enough, I couldn't stay."

He reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer.
 
then marvelled how a fridge could be so near...

before he realised it was a mirage...
 
Who said " Are you really not feeling so nice?

Perhaps you took too much all at once.....
 
in which case, you really are a dunce..."

This comment got his blood boiling...
 
"I'm stood here, spaced out, without a clue..."

So he tried to make his way back home...
 
and at that time it was very dark...

so he failed to see right in front of his nose...
 
a swarming flock of angry looking crows

" bugger." he said over his fear of birds
 
He began cusing and shouting, hoping nobody heard.

He turned onto his heel and stormed of into the night
 
out of the park he took a hard right...

and forgot altogether what he was doing...
 
Those crows of his were still pursuing

There was nothing to do but stand and fight
 
he tried to be brave and use all his mite,

but was crippled by his fear.
 
he screamed very loudly in hopes that someone would hear,

all of a sudden a stranger appeared
 
and upon his sight he was mightily cheered

for it was the angel of death that stood there
 
the birds in a fury decended and began to tear . . .


laughing at the squarking fury, the angel dispersed them with ease . . .
 

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