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:
In my head

Ex Output:
when i get up in my bed there be a squirrel in my head it would laugh and i would scream for it felt like sour cream i ask what be u do and he plainly say i be mess with your mind and fool with your head i paste out and fell in bed then the squirrel jump outa my head i think i be in a trance but the squirrel jump in my pant


Ex Input:
Sudden Breeze

Ex Output:
all but a sudden breeze nothing but water flowing a the sun set sand get more wet fish in the sea all swim joyfully sun get lower and low just slow and slow enjoy the ocean wave through the summer day all you can think about be how long you will stay but it all just a sudden breeze


Ex Input:
POPPIES

Ex Output:

far in the back of city fargo live a large family amidst cargo a child be bear one fine day forty year only he be to stay father's prodigy the beloved one what say he all have to be do not a teacher do n't want a guide want to be mine my very own pride handsome and young all full of life our baby boy want to take a wife jewel and gold want the dame full of shame the marriage become not even his child do she spare take it away without a care wander alone drown in sorrow he go about not a care for tomorrow in a dark alley lie in pain he be find almost insane no sun no wind no snow of any weather could put precious prince back together quietly and calmly between his soft moaning he take his last breath on a peaceful evening his mother and a sister and one aunt only be there with him not leave him lonely their beloved baby boy a beautiful soul he bid them farewell from across the wall to show him the way and how to fly angel of heaven come down from the sky goodby our baby boy farewell for now all for maybe one day we might meet thou