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.

My  Dog  Is  Cute
my dog be cute her fur be really soft and furry she jump in the grass she fall asleep the wind blow in her fur she wake up and run in side and eat all her food and water she go to the tv with my mom then she fall asleep

Elephants and Peacocks
elephant and peacock so different in pedigree one like to travel with trunk the other like to travel bright fan it's feather so all can see

Took all my life

i be five full of life happiness joy and delight there come a mighty storm late at night twist around my childhood dream take my happiness and take my life grab my joy kill my bunny ruin my wooden house and knock down the slide i have a little bike my foot be little still would not reach the ground before mount every day i would measure my height hop to grow before it be night a i have to go to bed to get ready for yet another ride in the dream i have my leg where long they could reach the paddle and ride on the cloud i would then happily yell and feel the pride all have now disappear at a glance the dream vanish the cloud turn black the color of the blue sky also change all at once back to the ground i do not find my bike i only see the bunny who share the ride the bunny be wound and bleed so hard i run to my mother mother be daze and horrify she look at the bunny and say it have die i bury it in the garden with a broken part of my heart my heart be now shatter it miss some part the bunny take one i have already give a piece to the cloud it use to draw me lambs when it be all white but when change color it break my heart i be only five my heart make out of glass it pound so easy when touch the ground now i be in late thirty my heart still cry it be not glass anymore it turn into scrap though still pound when sens something harsh my daughter be grow she turn five last night the cold be approach and i fear the storm it memory engrave in my soul and mind and many trace of it still find i be alert and cautious but the storm be so tough i be build an iron fence around her heart to fight the storm no matter how hard i hope i manage before time run out