Totally and completely inspired by someone else's work. But what is a gift worth, if it can't be shared? Read aloud, please.

One dark evening, under the sun

A lame man rose and went for a run

The blind man saw it and started to cry

While a mute man asked his deaf friend, Why?

The deaf friend heard, yet answered not

For his old, old infant was starting to rot

Though had a child, never did he

He then bought a free man, for naught a fee

The bird slithered slowly through solid concrete

Past a legless man writing, using his feet

His dead starving friend proclaimed he was full

While the cheese ate the rat; the flag charged the bull

One Fine Day, my inspiration, is posted on my profile for any and all interested. Reviews turn worlds, my friends, and you can take that to the bank.

Go ahead, try it.