Rhyme by https://www.flickr.com/photos/just0nebrick/
There once was an army knife,
who wasn\'t like the others.
One magical day, he came to life,
unlike his sisters and brothers.
He opened his eyes,
looked around,
looked at his hands,
looked at his tools.
There was a bubble-gun,
a treasure chest,
a magical blade,
a boxing glove,
a shiny trumpet
and another hand.
He took the trumpet,
played a tone,
he took the chest,
made out of stone.
He opened it,
and inside were
shiny,
glowy,
yellowy,
mellowy coins.
He was suprised and took his trumpet,
making a sound that sounds like “boing!”
he was happy about the comfort,
he could now afford.
In pure happiness he took
the bubble-gun and shot
a ton of rainbowy bubbles and look!
The flew into the light blue sky,
saying to him goodbye,
putting a tear into the knife's eye.
