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 Q]: I will be a star
[EX A]: i will be a star no doubt i will be big than all those other superstar i'll be the one on the billboard the one with all the dream and confidence this be my dream and it could be yours if you just follow your dream youll be as big a me

[EX Q]: Almost Everyday
[EX A]: almost everyday i eat macaroni while i play every evening at eight i eat macaroni on a plate every morning at five i get honey from a beehive when i'm finish with that i pet my new cat

[EX Q]: The Chameleon
[EX A]:
why must my soul adjourn to the meek and weary lighthouse in the sky not of heaven or of any ethereal light but of the unpromising tabernacle that endure even the slight bit of a clown's inwardly chuckle why must a bard in his wise array of word feel the desolate insubordination of a lone wolf who neither preaches nor expect one to comprehend his howl shall i resort to a presence upon more compelling ground perhaps the limelight of a learner's paradise pose a a student and forget the rage of the modern price apology grow short for all the party that it may involve take a look at the way a butterfly's flap may stir a ruthless preeminent storm the way a die king may identify with his gentle yet sovereign throne and if anything i've conclude for the sake of my inner peace though i may be no martyr no mockingbird nor heroine i bring harm only to those who view my act a more than self-righteous folly do n't scold a victim if you do n't wish for your ignorance to show do n't fight a system if it's uncharted within the realm you know if you do n't hear me then hold your lobe if my spirit do not please you then go join the rest of your methodological revolution please do n't mind me a i snicker at your fall ship and watch a you wipe away the tear shed from the plasma of your pragmatic whisk i've see no macabre but the very demon that plague me i've felt no pain but the pain that mercy feed me some may see me a the eternal hoax a serpent a fool a rust-covered tool rave wildly over point seemingly incomprehensible to the mindful mindlessness of such an idiosyncratic generation do n't mock my style do n't mock my word your disdain be as weak a the havoc i supposedly wreak i warn you to not attempt to even lift a finger in effort to crush an already batter psyche live your life accord to the dream you've dream a a child entwine it with the lust you've felt a a man and see how it sprout from there i claim to be a fallible preacher but who be n't in day of such gloomy weather name someone who seem to be put together and then we'll turn this table around and perhaps battle like legend in the illustrious western sundown