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.

Input: Consider Input: Stupid Preppies

Output: they stare at me down the hall i wear black hair spike in the back i'm different that's why they hate me that's why they wan na try to make me lose my mind and fall fall down to the dark path of anger and insanity they hate me they mistreat me they do n't understand me and really do n't want to so what if i do n't look the same and blast my rock music i hate them


Input: Consider Input: The conundrum of love

Output: life so sweet time so short how can i show affection of a sort how can one describe their passion be it something natural or just modern fashion from first kiss to last my love for you be eternal to the past the love we share be simple at first glance ever since we meet i now seize every chance to a distant star between nothing and infinity stay within the boundary of serenity with me let the flame remain un-extinguished and soar permit me to love you kiss you cherish you forever more confusion impurifies my soul tear me at the seam when i know i should exist only with the prince of my dream the conundrum of a sociology the paradox of philosophy be really quite a simple solution discover easily for if your love be moral pure and true then i infer that i be always to be with you the love that escalate everyday can no longer be contain but be difficult to be express in any way if my beloved be hurt i feel double his pain if it be by my hand or heart hysteria have illed my brain for to do such an idiotic and hideous action make my own metacognition murky right down to every junction but with every tender and passionate kiss we share it show how much you care for i feel like a clod an oaf an inferior be to try to deny the love the passion burn and all seeing into the wee hour of the morn' my body be waste but my heart be reborn love me forever more and until i shed this form of the living to a dimension where i shall lie still from the sweet taste of your lip the fragrance of your hair nothing in this world could ever compare for if your heart chill ache or throb the tear i shed for my beloved be whale sob my heart ache and forcefully preserve the torture of parting this swill the balance create and enmity darker to be present with emotional and physical pleasure may suffice and feel more enthralling twice however where i do stand if i be travel with a faulty compass to the extent of where shall our heart meet on this road of glass my deep desire be to kiss you goodnight and whisper in your ear i love you with no more reverence or plight to serenade you in bilingual romance be to ricochet to the star in a cosmic dance angel above envy me for you my good fortune for it be impossible to find such another entity of your punctuality and conception with lip so sweet and skin too tender it's no wonder my heart do surrender to you your name might be brian independence's teacher but you to me be my perfect sole prince when the storm retreat and the sun begin to shine i be remind how lucky i be that you're mine space be the final frontier into the heaven through the sky but it's obvious those astronomer never saw your beautiful brown eye how fate must despise u how he must obsess every time we be happy with a gentle caress but despite such adversity by and by through and through my heart body mind and soul shall always belong to you


Input: Consider Input: The Moon, Sun and The Stars


Output: the moon be like a u. f. o the sun be a a glass eye the star be like rock