Once upon a time, a comic was made. It was crude and short, but it was passion paper-laid.
Once upon a time,
There was a girl with a runny nose
If her snot ever stopped
Nobody knows
Once upon a time,
A man waited for the bus
He waited and waited
And he made no fuss
Once upon a time,
The sun rose from the West
Then the scout realized
He knew not his right from his left
Once upon a time,
A man took his last breath
He was not dying
He had just stopped doing meth
Once upon a time,
You read this line
Perhaps at noon
Or a quarter to nine