A man with an easy bake oven, he was ever so mean. his heart was tiny.
so tiny that his heart shriveled up nearly eight times the normal size. he loved the oven ever so much, but yet felt so lonely.
The man bought the oven to keep him warm and love all his sweets, but however he did not know how to love.
When he loved his wife, he threw her out the curve. When he loved his dog, he threw the dog in the garbage can. Even his kids, that he loved.. sadly, he got rid of them.
He baked and Baked and Baked, however he felt ever so lonely not to understand why he wasn't happy. The electricity is plugged in, the little light bulb is up, he mixed the batter well. He put a H in the cake, and named himself Hitler.
He was ever so sad that he threw away his friends and family even for his own name. He took two pills and called it a night, however he took too many than two and passed away. Now the moral of the story, don't be racist, don't be stupid because one day they will save thy day.
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