Hmm... Uh...this is a OOC poem. I don't know what misshapen corner of my mind this jumped hysterically from...but its here now.
Crud,
the shore was lined with mud
My dainty slippers were sure to get stuck,
I took my cue from the Phantom, who didn't seem to mind the muck
On his shoe
Or the smell
Which was just as well, you see
…because…
Oh poo! I'm not writing this in poem Meg, your just going to have suffer! I'll tell you later over tea.
-Christine Chagny