In a World of Compromise...

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In a tiny little town

In the middle of the sea

A small dirty dog

Carried a shiny silver key


He walked up the streets

And back down again

Wanting sweet meats

And flavored grain


But the old man Brown

In the middle of the sea

In the tiny little town

In the shop by the tree


Did not like the dog,

For he stole his key

To his store made of log;

To the shop by the tree


And the small dirty dog

Did not like him either

Brown had shelter and grog

And offered him neither


"Oh! In a world of compromise

 There's a tiny little town

Of un-compromise

 In the middle of the sea,


Where two stubborn beings

Won't let the other in

No matter the jig of heart strings

One will not let the other win


Not one will see the other eye"

Said a Woman as a passerby                                                

And she then bent to untie

The key from the small dirty dog


Then she went to meet

The Old man Brown

And took his grog treat

And shelter down


And put them on Ship T,

On the docks of the tiny town

In the middle of the sea ,

And sailed them away


Away, away!

They sailed away

Out into the middle of the sea

to the World of Compromise


A/N: (Teacher forced us to reenter the poetry contest, even if you already did, and basically she would jsut grade it and throw it away. :( what a waste! My first ballad I think...)

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