Oh, I searched here and there...
I searched everywhere...
Under the table, on TV, by the bed...
The paper, the news, and even the pews...
I couldn’t find a story anywhere...
The kids on the corner, yes they were playing, but I told that story last week...
A new crusade to take over the world, oh, I told that story too...
Hmmm, what will I write about today?
I could write about myself, but who wants to hear about a little lonely man whose life is full of ups and downs...
I could write about my turtle or past relationships but my turtle is dead and I failed at every relationship...
I could write about my exotic fantasies, but that’s nasty too rated R, they’ll never look at me the same after that story...
I could write about the president, but I’ll be dead in a week with that story, one of his followers might catch me slipping—when I’m getting my hair done or something.
Well, I guess I’ll just make something up...
Yep, that’s what I’m going to do, I’m going to make something up.
I’ll call the story: “Dee Dee and the giant candy cane.”
It’ll be about a little girl who creates her very own holiday.
Woe, I think I got something here.
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