Gordon was driving his great car,
Going into his grandiose home.
Then, he suddenly noticed a grand, big gate,
Thinking what grotesque animals over there could in good amounts roam. He got his shovel, began digging,
Going into the deep,
And then, he saw a mad Garia,
Gordon’s shovel it took and decided to keep.
The Garia he was now mad at,
And stepped on the grotesque animal’s feet.
Gordon climbed back into his big home,
Greatly angry at the animal,
Thinking to get revenge,
Against this Garia he found abysmal.
As Gordon remained angry,
At this vulgar animal he now despised,
He began to plan an attack,
Against this Garia to cause its demise.
He got a big rifle,
Bigger than the Garia’s whole body,
To cause the fall of the grotesque creature.
He dug again,
Seeking an easygoing battle,
Shooting at the dogged Garia.
He took his big shovel back,
And relaxed at home, no longer angry,
Hugging his pillow,
But not forgetting the Garia’s legacy.
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