You know those poems that Calvin always writes? Well, I wrote this for my sister's extra credit thing (write a poem about a vegetable grown in Santa Cruz County) and it kinda seemed Calvin-ish. I personally think it sucks, but my sister laughed for like 15 minutes, so i put it up. If you flame, I'll probably just laugh because you wasted your time reviewing a story that you hate.
Once there was a tomato
Named Sam the Potato –
No one knows why he was called a potato –
Who decidedly
Decided his life wasn't worth living.
He cried, "I am an emo,
In need of some beano!
And no one will come near because of the stench!"
He thought to himself,
What would Dear Emo say?
Or Goth Illustrated?
Then he buried himself in a trench.
Then, something happened!
Where dear Sam died,
A PTOMTATO PLANT SPROUTED!!!!
This poem has neither reason nor rhyme,
For you see, Sam was a big ball of slime!!!