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Array ( [sid] => 146747 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Real Tyler J. Morgan [time] => 2008-12-10 09:23:02 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Before his three week vacation Tyler J. Morgan said,
“I'm leaving, but don't worry, I'll leave a horse in my stead.”
His co-workers were a bit concerned
but Tyler assured them, “By this weekend he'll have his spot more than earned.”
He does dishes, guts fishes, he even grants wishes.
“You'll thank me soon enough.” Tyler J. Morgan guaranteed,
not knowing that he'd soon be completely replaced by the steed.

Three weeks came and went by
but nobody, not even Mrs. Morgan, started to cry.
The horse was greeted daily with a, “Tyler, hey.”
To which he'd kindly shake his head and reply, “Nayyy.”
No difference could be told between boy and horse,
so everybody continued on their current course.
Dishes were cleaned
and fish gutted at the seam.
One woman drooled, “Tyler, how your eyes gleam!”
“Nayyyy.” the horse replied,
blushing and wide eyed.

With his vacation done
Tyler J. Morgan returned from the fun.
However, things had changed,
Tyler's life had been rearranged.
Instead of his bed, a TV, and cable,
his room appeared a horses' stable.
His co-workers stared strangely,
as Tyler J. Morgan entered the restaurant Grangeley.
“Get out of here.” they yelled
as if under a spell.
“Get rid of that horse. Not me.” Tyler replied.
Then asked “Really, has nobody cried?”
As Tyler J. Morgan picked up a straw of hay
he heard a single, “Nayyyy.”
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The Real Tyler J. Morgan

Contributed by jmonc on Wednesday, 10th December 2008 @ 09:23:02 AM in AEST
Topic: ChildrensPoetry

Before his three week vacation Tyler J. Morgan said,
“I'm leaving, but don't worry, I'll leave a horse in my stead.”
His co-workers were a bit concerned
but Tyler assured them, “By this weekend he'll have his spot more than earned.”
He does dishes, guts fishes, he even grants wishes.
“You'll thank me soon enough.” Tyler J. Morgan guaranteed,
not knowing that he'd soon be completely replaced by the steed.

Three weeks came and went by
but nobody, not even Mrs. Morgan, started to cry.
The horse was greeted daily with a, “Tyler, hey.”
To which he'd kindly shake his head and reply, “Nayyy.”
No difference could be told between boy and horse,
so everybody continued on their current course.
Dishes were cleaned
and fish gutted at the seam.
One woman drooled, “Tyler, how your eyes gleam!”
“Nayyyy.” the horse replied,
blushing and wide eyed.

With his vacation done
Tyler J. Morgan returned from the fun.
However, things had changed,
Tyler's life had been rearranged.
Instead of his bed, a TV, and cable,
his room appeared a horses' stable.
His co-workers stared strangely,
as Tyler J. Morgan entered the restaurant Grangeley.
“Get out of here.” they yelled
as if under a spell.
“Get rid of that horse. Not me.” Tyler replied.
Then asked “Really, has nobody cried?”
As Tyler J. Morgan picked up a straw of hay
he heard a single, “Nayyyy.”

Copyright Â© jmonc ... [ 2008-12-10 09:23:02]
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