The house cracked most the pipes,

As it lifted away,

The man should be alone,

As you might say,

But the Boy Scout came with,

As it went high,

It seemed like a myth,

As it merged with the sky,

Balloons at the top,

Like a swarm of birds,

Only a few did pop,

Those ones were heard,

It flew a with great might,

To the old man's delight.

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I'm happy with this poem,

Off the top of my head,

I made it a lone,

Edited in my bed,

I am very excited,

It is very great,

That is what I said,

And it will not be late,

No less than an 'A',

Don't you agree Mr. Parkes?

So mark it well, O.K.?

That's the end of my poem

NOW, LEAVE ME ALONE!