In a padded cell, so small and tight,Laughed a pea through day and night.Its jests and giggles echoed clear,In that room of padded fear.The doctors puzzled, quite forlorn,By the pea’s laugh, both night and morn.In its tiny mind, a joke…
Verse 1:Woke up in a village cold, like ice,Frozen pea, my fate’s the roll of dice.Hundreds of us, all the same, no name,In this strange land, it’s a freezing game. Chorus:I am not just a pea!I will break these chains,…
Henry Whitaker, an American author, had a penchant for peculiar acquisitions, the latest being a second-hand pool table. His friends in Bath, England, found this particularly amusing, considering he lived on the third floor of a Georgian flat. Yet, Henry…
In a small town nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there lived a man named Harold. Harold was a kind and gentle soul, known for his extraordinary ability to read lips. This talent was not by choice, but rather…
