Now once there was a story of a plight, <br />Of a man that spoke of great fright. <br />He stood on the corner <br />Like a small stature mourner <br />And made sure that he struck up a sight. <br />He stood and deluded <br />The mind, and alluded <br />Of a time where there would be terror. <br />So he spoke of the secular <br />And the dissipation was spectacular <br />For his crowd had spotted his error. <br />For although he was crude <br />And also quite rude <br />This small stature dude <br />Was also stark nude.<br /><br />Eli MorenoDrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anecdotal-poem/
