French the Llama, Rachel Bale!!

...in a not-so-far-away place...

Okay that sounds rather boring, if you will :)

I shall now write some poetry because I am bored and awesome :D

The Poet:
Poetic in a sense of butterflies,
Rambling through meadows?
I think not,
Says the one who is truly deep in thought.
The Poet is a constant reminder of how life should be,
In his very own eyes.
He tells of how this would be better,
If we would only follow this Poets' lead.
But simply during this endeavor,
He starts to pace slowly.
In thought,
Mixed up and determined,
The Poet finally laughs to himself and realizes one thing.
The thing this Poet notices is the selflessness of our world,
So he can only know of the truth it has in side.
Can't he?
But if this Poet of ours is not meant to be told of the worrks,
Will this 'great world' go down in ruin?
This is but a mere mockery of the childish games our world shows,
But I do believe that The Poet finally has it right.