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.

Q: I love my bed

A: i love my bed that pink and white bedspread i love my bed where i lay my head i love my bed ca n't you see it's so smooth i love my bed no other thing in my room be so comfortable
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Q: mypets

A: my dog be cool my cat isgreen myfish isred myhamterisblue seeyoulateralgater
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Q: The Nasty Lunch

A:
one day at the crack of dawn i wake up with a spine-tingling start i have to get ready for school today stop once for some strawberry tart i rush down the stairs pel-mel then i trip and i stumble and fell my mom be not home so i pack lunch on my own hop the food would cook well then i hear the bus roar even over my dada's snoring snatch my schoolbook get ready to go i almost miss the bus but not my brother gu and i get cover in slushy snow when i arrive at school i do not feel cool and my teacher say i be a mess the school day be boring and i start snore i have lot of trouble on my test then & x85 finally hooray ia've be through half the school day now it be time for lunch ia'm so hungry that i may explode i cana't wait to munch munch munch when i open my lunchbox i be very surprised my hotdog have become rubberized then i spill my pudding cause me to lose my footing and that yucky pudding got in my eye everyone say a eeeeeeeewwwwww you cana't sit at our table your food be make u sick we really do like you but do u a favor-a- dona't sit with u how a'bout nick so i do what they say pack up and move quick and then i sit with nick he just shake my hand and say a how do you do a boy i felt like give myself a kick then i look at his lunch no longer want to munch and his seem much bad than mine & x85 it be a one-of-a-kind smells-as-bad-as-rotten-rind dona't-want-to-keep-it-in-mind pure pile of junk it be full of lump and clump and warty bump he say a boy i hate it when my mum pack luncha i think a wow his mum pack that lunch a and then i thought of my mom eat out have brunch i say to him a you know maybe you should pack your food but i do it this morning and now ia'm in a bad mooda everything go horribly wrong that day oh how i wish my mom wasna't away
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