there once was a boy who felt no love,
his heart was taken and kept up above.
locked in a box,
he hadn't the key.
for around the neck it lay of old grampy.
"grampy, can I please have the key?"
begged the small boy.
"no, no,"
said grampy,
"it isn't a toy!"
the boy exclaimed,
"but I need my heart, I feel so hollow inside."
"i'm so sorry, my lad." and once again he was denied.
away the boy walked, unsure of how to feel.
without a heart, no emotion is real.
he had an idea, he knew at last how his heart could be regained.
he loved his grampy, at least he thought so.
without his heart, he would never know.
so, with just a small push,
grampy went into the flames cursing and screaming and calling him names.
quickly, grampy was engulfed in a sea of fire.
all that was left were some bones and a key.
at least his heart could be his once again.
he unlocked the box and removed it.
with a zip and a squish, all his feelings returned.
he realised the only person who loved him burned.
in the end, the boy sighed one last little moan,
he then keeled over sad and alone.