Puss in boots
Once upon a time,
A long, dreaded time ago.
There was a boy names Aeson,
Aeson was a healer.
Aeson decided to take a walk
upon this walk he found a rose,
a rose of beautiful color.
Yellow and orange sprouting like
fur from a cat.
Aeson being the healer he was,
picked the flower for his medicines,
niiave thing he was.
The flower began to hiss and snarl,
Aeson felt strange, like a sickness
had come across his stomach.
Everything went black.
Aeson woke up feeling warm,
orange,
yellow,
furry,
Then he realized, he became a cat!
Aeson changed his name to puss,
wore strange little boots,
carried a sword,
and fought crimes.
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