NEW POEM (yay)

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Alrite guys im making this up as i go so here it goes.

There once was a poor habbo.
He had checked in three days ago,
when he checked his hand,
he noticed that nothing was there to show.

So he decided to do some oddjobs
all throughout the hotel,
Advertising, body guarding, all the regular stuff,
He finally got a furni that he wanted to sell.

Hed ask whod want his poor little plasto
no one would take his chair,
Then one day after logging on,
he found it had dissapeared in thin air.

He called the hobbas and asked for their help,
no one would reply to his call,
So he quit never to return again,
Thus it dawned on him he had given it to a furni mall.

He went to the place, asked for it back,
they rejected his plea and told him never to return,
They banished him from their furni plaza,
He told them all to burn.

So once again he gained a job,
at a mafia in which he had fun
he went there every day,
the boss was nice and gave him furni by the ton.

The happy habbo found others in need,
remembering himself he did a good deed,
he gave them his furni and told him the place,
of where he got his mode book case.

The habbos whom he told were all so happy,
from all the furni they received,
so they elected him Mr.Habbo,
and this was something he greatly acheived.

Total time: 10 minutes. I hope you guys like it.

[cocaine]

Wow, Nice