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'Twas a day to not soon be forgotten,,
When all the food went rotten.
People were vomiting refracted light.
The pukish rainbows were a sight.

Our story begins with a girl named Fran,
Who lived in the gallant city of Wowshan.
She ate her dinner in her abode;
Her stomach felt queasy, and she heaved a large load.

The evil sorcerers named Dan and Tim
Lived in a castle that once went dim.
In attempt to regain its life,
They cast a spell on the city of strife.

The color of the spell got into their food.
They began spouting colors that looked rather rude.
The barf was in color, it was unlawful.
The magical sickness was spreading; Awful!

The rainbows raged on for years and years,
Puked was up to their eyes filled with tears.
Everybody was thin from puking so much.
Rainbows are now what was once their lunch.

The young maiden Fran was sick of the pain.
She climbed alone to the castle in vain.
On the hillside, 'twas gleaming.
Colors past her, went streaming.

She ignored the pale colors in the weather so deep.
She was still climbing while the clouds did weep.
The stone castle was standing near.
Fran looked up in confidence, and in fear.

Tim and Dan were laughing inside,
Enjoying their fanciful, glorious time,
Watching the people kneeling to them.
When suddenly Fran burst through the stone hem.

She took up a knife, and looked at its gleam.
Anger in her eyes, looking quite lean.
Stabbing the masterminds, she fled in hope.
The people of Wowshan would no longer mope.

Fran was their hero, to people afar.
And when she returned, she was took in by arms,
For she had stopped the rainbowy plight.
The people of Wowshan would sleep that night.

Description
'Twas a day to not soon be forgotten,,
When all the food went rotten.
People were vomiting refracted light.
The pukish rainbows were a sight.

Our story begins with a girl named Fran,
Who lived in the gallant city of Wowshan.
She ate her dinner in her abode;
Her stomach felt queasy, and she heaved a large load.

The evil sorcerers named Dan and Tim
Lived in a castle that once went dim.
In attempt to regain its life,
They cast a spell on the city of strife.

The color of the spell got into their food.
They began spouting colors that looked rather rude.
The barf was in color, it was unlawful.
The magical sickness was spreading; Awful!

The rainbows raged on for years and years,
Puked was up to their eyes filled with tears.
Everybody was thin from puking so much.
Rainbows are now what was once their lunch.

The young maiden Fran was sick of the pain.
She climbed alone to the castle in vain.
On the hillside, 'twas gleaming.
Colors past her, went streaming.

She ignored the pale colors in the weather so deep.
She was still climbing while the clouds did weep.
The stone castle was standing near.
Fran looked up in confidence, and in fear.

Tim and Dan were laughing inside,
Enjoying their fanciful, glorious time,
Watching the people kneeling to them.
When suddenly Fran burst through the stone hem.

She took up a knife, and looked at its gleam.
Anger in her eyes, looking quite lean.
Stabbing the masterminds, she fled in hope.
The people of Wowshan would no longer mope.

Fran was their hero, to people afar.
And when she returned, she was took in by arms,
For she had stopped the rainbowy plight.
The people of Wowshan would sleep that night.