Brandon Dalton

To the rest of the world it seemed, it seems
That Brandon was wasting his life chasing dreams.
And when he finally caught a dream one day,
It turned into a butterfly and flittered away,
Because a dream stays a dream only as long as it’s chased.
And the rest of the world sighed, “Oh, what a waste!”
But over the sound of the world’s sad sighs,
You can hear Brandon grinning, “That’s okay. I like butterflies!”

I was at the end of my rope
Too tired to climb, too scared to let go.
I’d pretty much given up hope
When a tremendous wind began to blow
Making me swing higher and higher  -
Until finally I bumped into you
Also hanging around and swinging,
Not really sure what to do.
So we decided to swing together
And that brings our poem to an end.
But if you find yourself at the end of your rope -
Hang in there; don’t give up hope
Keep smiling and pray for some wind.

A gluten for punishment =  whipped with a soggy noodle.

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var littlePig3:Protagonist = brickHouse;
var bigBadWolf:Antagonist = 1;

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