Ashes fly back into the face of he who throws them.
Once upon a time in a city so divine On a hill with a glorious view of the fine Sun when it rises to spell the dawn Sat the house, in whose room slept the boy Many people called ‘Willy Steal Your Toy’.
Willy was a really wild boy, not mild Even when he was still only a child- Who began his career stealing crayons From the other pre-school boys with less brawn, After the sun had rose to spell the dawn.
Crayons weren’t the only things he stole when he was a boy. He stole toys as well. Its why the kids called him Willy Steal Your Toy. A name he earned when to his house on the hill One day early before the sun spelled dawn The other kids went, saw his toys and began to fawn.
Though Willy before the dawn was not woke He rose in time to be asked why he stole So many of the children’s toys. He said “Mama never said I shouldn’t And Dada never said I couldn’t.”
Even when Willy grew to be a teen. Somewhere around the age of fifteen He began stealing kisses from girls, And the luscious lunch meals of boys from school Who unfortunately, never thought it was cool-
For Willy to steal all their nutritious lunch, And to leave them with nothing to munch. So they elected to give him a new name And so settled upon Willy Steal Your Meal For all the lunches Willy did steal.
The boy they called Willy Steal Your Toy, Up his sleeve always had a coy ploy. Even before the sun rises to spell dawn He has already devised a plan to steal The lonely schoolboys luscious lunch meal.
Willy, when asked why he did steal The hungry schoolboy’s lunch meal Replied; “It is because I’ve been blessed With such fingers that are long, So I must keep doing what is wrong.”
One day early before the sun spelled dawn When Willy had a beard, he went out and stole the lawn From his neighbors house and took it home Where he laid it nicely on the ground, To walk on when out he was ever bound.
But in this house there lived a lady named Milly Who walked over to the house of Willy And snuck in through an open window And found him in a room deeply sleeping So she stole his heart so he stopped breathing.
But because at the time he was sleeping He thus continued dreaming, Even though he now be a lifeless body Surrounded by the many toys He stole from the other boys.
And here, in this house on a hill were sleeps Willy- The boy who’s heart was stolen by Milly- Resides the ghostly remains of his stolen toys Who legend has it that whosoever shall take These toys in his hands shall one day awake-
Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.
Brandon Booth braved his way up the top of The Tower Just to set his gaze upon Mr's. Roothe in her shower. He risked falling and breaking all his bones To have a sneak peek at her naked body.
When Brandon Booth got to the top of The Tower He had his camera out, ready to capture her Though he risked falling and breaking all his bones By running before she could catch any sight of him.
Brandon Booth thought himself safe when he sneaked Off The Tower without Mr's. Roothe having peeked Him risking falling and breaking his bones That are already brittle with the weight of age.
But Mr's. Roothe, clad only in the towel of her rage Descended the tower steps far too quickly She risked falling and breaking her bones Just to change the course of his history.
Brandon Booth thought himself safe after he peeked. But Mr's Roothe spoke to the cameras, and they snitched. So she dialed the police and they drove him to a jail Where he will spend the next twelve months of his life.
Brandon Booth did not think he'd go to jail, But the Judge did not even grant him bail So now he has to risk broken bones Having been placed in the same cell as Mr. Roothe.