You are given a short text as a title. Your task is to generate a poem as output that is related to the given title and should feel like written by kids. The output should be a run-on sentence (two or more complete sentences connected without any punctuation). The poem should not be too long or too complex, because it should feel like it is written by younger person without high level of literature education.

A Messy Room
the only thing people have to say be my room be a big mess and i admit it since it be true it be something i confess i have gum under table and clothes all over the floor lot and lot of junk and much much more under the cover i hide all my book and hopefully no grownup will take any look so dona't you dare walk into my room but anyway if you do can you bring a broom

I am like...
my family be like a lamborghini i be like the car fast and energetic my dad be like the safety belt keep u all safe my mom be like the steer wheel direct u where to go my brother be like the gasoline keep u go and my sister be like the wheel always go straight so my family be like lamborghini

I  am the ocean and this is my story

a the sun go down and my fan start to run i wonder why therea's no longer fun i look to my left and i see a family the kid be play and the mum call out stanley i look to my right and i see something fading a if there be no point engrave engrave your memory into the sand a if i be a forgotten brand but my time have come and i bid thee farewell ia'll go back to my past and wish in a well for a dream that seem so distant i might never tell but whata's the point in dream if your life isna't swell now i know this seem sad and i may be go mad but i know that the danger that be lie ahead be just act of chance just ask my friend no one ever know the true me but when they come by they jump with glee i might get short temper and this be not bad except when the shore line start to expand the wishing and washing and the two metre wave be just symbol of me be treat a if i be lie in my grave this be me and ia'm not glad but i still tend to hold onto a dream that might never seem bad i do have friend but no one intend to stay for more than one minute but this never end from that familiar note it sound like a shoot a if a piano be play a sort of toot i see a ship fill with pirate shoot at my friend a if he be a virus they take no mercy to the life i have create their only goal be to turn me down a if i be outdated well i be the ocean and that be that ia'm irreplaceable and that be that but i have a dream thata's big than cata's my dream be to finally be free and discover everything that i need and to see the wonder that ia'm willing to seek i may not have time and i may not have leg but how can you dream without any steam a the day go by all of this be in vain i have no freedom and this be a shame but i be a survivor and all i can do be wonder that the life behind the shore be a talent that i have master it might not be my dream but at least i can act a if i have a team i may have a heart fill with wonder but when i look back i decide that ia'm lucky i may not be pay but ia've see history be make and this be a life great than good because after all i be the ocean and i cana't go run into the wood