LOL...
Pewter, back a while ago, this poem was written and put on the forum. Hope the "creators" don't mind me posting it. It was so cute and so funny, I saved it. I thought it was so well done.
This aught to tell you what a Trundlefart corn is....LOL.
NOTE: THE MYSELF at the bottom of who the writters are, I am not sure of right now, it was the person that put it on the thread, guess they'd have to say who they are.
The Cat in the Hat Buys a Cornsnake.
The show was for reptiles, they stood at the gate.
They’d gotten there early, had such a long wait.
The cat in the hat came to shop for a corn.
They all looked stupendous, he really was torn.
What should he get? And which was worth more?
And just at that instant, they opened the door.
Vendors abounded, they filled all the tables...
There's Juttle and Futtle, and Mr. Bimbable.
A banner announced a booth run by the Stues,
a flooglehorn called every one to the Yews’.
The crowd was released, and they raced for the tables.
Snatching up corn morphs, all that they were able.
Cruppulous caynies, vorpilious Vims,
Polimar's prussels, and Zuffles from Zim's.
Some cornsnakes were spotted, some cornsnakes were striped,
some cornsnakes were plaid and some cornsnakes were Jiped.
Brinters and Timbles and Bonnie-bee-Blues,
Gulliver Grimshots and bright Footels, too.
Some stood at one vendor, their faces forlorn.
“They already sold all the Trundlefart corns!”
Then in the great hall, there arose such a clatter,
That everyone turned, to see what was the matter.
And it was a vendor, against the back wall,
He stood on his table and shouted to all.
The man was all fuzzy, his fur was pale green.
His dark eyes were beady, his face looked quite mean.
He sang and he danced and he said, “Look at me,
I’ve got a corn called a Wimble-dee-fee!”
All crowded around him, a few were aghast.
Here was a new morph, a new morph at last!
The cat in the hat rubbed his chin with his hand.
"That new morph he sells is the best in the land."
"Astounding!" the crowd yelled. "Amazing, oh Gee!"
"What did he call it?" "A Whattle-dee-dee?"
"A Wimble-dee-what?" "No, a wimble-dee-fee.
A special new cornsnake discovered by me."
"I don’t mean to boast, or to toot my own horn,
But it’s a terrific, fantabulous corn!
Don’t know its genetics; I’ve hatched only one,
But now I have hets, and can hatch out a ton.
I hatched them myself, so I know that it’s true.
Just three hundred dollars, and you’ll have one, too.
Then breed them together, or breed to a het,
And you’ll be amazed at the hatchlings you get!"
While painting the picture, the money he saw,
But nobody realized, the picture was flawed.
It’s better than pewter, leucistic or ghost.
And if you like color, this one has the most.
They’re green with blue eyes, and a long curly nose,
The colors get vibrant, and bright as it grows.
Red scales on the belly, and white on the back,
The tail becomes yellow, and purple and black.
They play the piano, make sounds like a gong
I’m sure they will grow to be thirteen feet long.
Some furry with feathers, and spikes on their tails.
And some will grow antlers, but only the males.
If that’s not enough to be happy about,
Just wait three more sheds, and their legs will grow out!
"I’ll take it!" he shouted, and have it he must.
He loved it more dearly than Noobilist Nust.
For three hundred dollars, the cat took it home.
He called all his friends, and he bragged on the phone.
This morph made him happy, it was a great buy.
You might even say it brought tears to his eye.
And then he took pictures, and posted online,
The cat in the hat only got a hard time.
You see, what he thought was a reason to holler
Was only a normal… worth just 20 dollars.
The End.
(Written by myself, Kat, and Hurley.)