A Chip Off the Old Block
In a town quite silly, where mischief runs free,
Lived a boy named Timmy, as proud as can be.
A chip off the old block, or so they said loud,
Yet he acted more like a small, quirky crowd.
Now, don’t get me wrong, he was sweet as pie,
With a grin that could light up a dark, gloomy sky.
But when Timmy spoke, poof! The wisdom would fly,
Like a chicken in flip-flops, “Why not give it a try?”
His dad was a farmer, with boots brown and worn,
While Timmy wore slippers, bright pink and adorned.
"I’ll plant all the corn!" he would cheer with a shout,
But he once tilled the garden, and—oops! Got kicked out.
So here's to the lad who can’t follow the script,
Who dances like jelly and sometimes gets nipped.
A chip off the block? More like a pebble, you see,
Rolling down hills, full of giggles and glee!
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