TASK DEFINITION: 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.
PROBLEM: The busiest time of year

SOLUTION: cristmas be the busy time of year someone always on the run to buy the last bun my cousin be still dip their finger in the batter what be the matter there's pudding to prepare roast turkey to share mash potato on the side with gravy to spare eggnog aplenty im dizzier than my dog blixy finally the moment we've all be wait for have come open present sure be fun the douglas fur be overflow with gift box and box full of thing to delight now every child dream be within sight ribbon flit wrap paper rip what peasure we're all agog with our newfound treasure now the time have come to put the present aside i guess we've forget that mass we must abide by now i can barely stay awake exhaust it take all y will not to shake i give thanks to our lord for the blessing he's give but all i want be a bed to sleep in until next year and i can hardly wait christmas sure be the busy time of year

PROBLEM: Lifeless Tree

SOLUTION: so i turn to the glass i stair at that dark shade abandon tree and think about my life how that tree be leafless and lifeless under that dark grey cloud i think about how my life be dark and forgotten im unable to be love just another girl with a broken heart a meaningless life with this intence feel build inside of me i stand by that tree my arm out suddenly think begin to flood my mind a i drop down to my knee i bury my head in my hand uncontrollable tear fall beneath my heart mixed emotion drive me crazy feel so hurt i want to scream i just want to run and run til i cant anymore i remain hidden under this blanket of darkness afraid of the truth a i stand i look ahead i begin to walk all i see be a path of darkness the more i walk the faster i go the only light i saw so little fade to pure black darken my heart feel a if it be rip out of my chest this emptiness feeling so impossible this unbearable pain and my broken heart with always remain priceless and hurt

PROBLEM: Scaps

SOLUTION:
scappy's leg be stubby and he's short and stuby he have short round hair and claw of a bear he have a round snout and his short tail wag about he have little round ear and wag his tail instead of tear i love him with all my heart i know we could never be apart