<p>the end of</p>
<p>World War I.</p>
<p>After eating beans</p>
<p>I ran quickly</p>
<p>because my gas</p>
<p>exploded within me.</p>
<p>My companion died.</p>
<p>from the smell</p>
<p>I then mourned</p>
<p>, "Poor combustion engines!"</p>
<p>Blinded by explosives,</p>
<p>became my superintendant</p>
<p>who was now</p>
<p>dead. The end.</p>
<p>But wait! It's</p>
<p>my seventh toothache</p>
<p>since my surgery</p>
<p>on my brain</p>
<p>. Egads! I see</p>
<p>the light. Fin</p>