Ha ha, I just thought that it might be funny to write some knida weird poem that doesn't make sense.

You don't need to read.

Or review.

It's pointless.

And somewhat funny.

It's wierd, and I just wanted to get it off my chest.

So just deal.

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Basicly, you know the story,

of Voilet, Klause, Sunny, and this wierd guy called Tory.

Anyway, this dude called Count Olaf,

The only thing I can think of is Maliff.

And the Quagmires,

who's head is about the side of four tires.

And we won't forget Mr. Snicket,

Who lived on crickets.

He died of a heartattack,

So I must continue writing horribly in a shack.

Let's talk about Violet,

Who broke a toilet.

And Klause,

Who later on grew paws.

And Sunny,

Who got very hungry ate a bunny.

And the dude called Tory,

Who has nothing to do with the story.

And The Count,

Something something Mount.

And the shiny ruby that they admired,

In which Olaf stoled in the fire.

And burnt his girlfriend, Esme,

And please just kill me.

Olaf storms in holding a knife,

Forfilling my wish of giving up my life.

Only I know how to karate chop,

and did a little bunny hop.

As I head-butted the knife guy,

and traded him for a Best Buy.

Only, I karate chopped my Best Buy,

Oh well, Olaf is not a nice guy.

I threw Violet out of the atomasphere,

Klause said "then she's in the stratosphere"

Now the story without Violet,

is like a life without a toilet.

So spare my please,

before I hand out a lease.

And with all my magic,

Sunny is now a tragic.

Sunny turns out to be a boy,

and Series of Unfortunate Events spells SOUE.

Poor Klause who dyed of a brainattack,

nope, I forgot, I stabbed a knife in his back.

Oh well, die Baudelaire, Die!

Ha ha ha! Whoever said that I was a nice guy.

So please shut up.

For I just dialed 911 called cops.

I told you not to read it.

It was pointless and unfit.

Now you have the rhyming desease too.

And you just ate a...

moo?

For I cannot stop rhyming now,

Please sent me a review telling me how!