Bored Star

A mildly disturbing Dr Seuss tale? What the Heck, Viki?
Don't blame me I was asleep when I wrote it, thank your lucky star that I only remembered about one fifth of it by the time I got to my computer.  :P 
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Alone, or at home, but what does he do except moan?
What does he eat? Does he read? No. He sits and pines, incomplete
He has nas no capacity to love anyone, except maybe himself, and the sun.
He looks up at the sky, a star to show him the way
she shines, she's bored, shes been left all alone
what shall we do? but tell stories to amuse us two?
but she's heard all the stories there are in the world, she's bored.
We'll definitely invent, a story never seen before by man,
you start, I complete, you continue, I finish
that way a new story will take shape in a minute
She starts -
A green frog was alone on a log...
but then -
an elephant came in and swam,
it crushed the log, away jumped the frog,
and the wolves all had tea, you see,
it's a story for you and for me
Then she sees the intrigue!
A volcano will bubble, and churn and cause trouble!
Then it'll froth and spill, and burn everything it will,
We'll run, we'll hide, a terrible fate behind
 and then -
- again, again, again, again, again!
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I went for a not-nap today and awoke about an hour later to two voices very excitedly narrating a poem in my head. Which is odd, as it had never happened before. So I tried to get up to "Turn on the voice recorder so I can record them as it seems like theyre having fun" As you can probably tell I was still asleep when I had this thought. Then followed a hilarious repeated attempt by me to get to my computer, which turned out to be a dream about 5-6 times before I actually made it. Then I opened a word program and proceeded to type with my eyes closed, in order to keep the dream from completely evaporating. It ain't Shakeaspeare, but it sure ain't nothin to shake spears at either. (Dammit, brain, stopit!)