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.

Ex Input:
My Rodeo

Ex Output:
the morning i wake up early get a shower and wash. grab a bite to eat think about my rodeo on the way there i can smell the sweet sent of horse goat and cow hope for the best when i look around i see cowboys left and right their thinking there the best not at my rodeo you can see the fear in their eye when they pull those chootes wait for your new best freind to come run through the gate i get a big black one his name be twenty-one i wait till the flank be tie and the people be watch close becuase when that door swing open they will think of me the most i shake my head quickly wait for the door i can see the fear in his eye a i start to spur i hear that sweet busser ring i hope it good enough the crowd start to cheer and say


Ex Input:
The busiest time of year

Ex Output:
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


Ex Input:
My Mean old teacher

Ex Output:

my mean old teacher be a meanie you see she sting real hard like a nasty old bee it's hard to say you might have her you say in 4th grade