Your final three things for the week are: personality, pimple, lead
There was a little fat man who laid upon his bed. He had a giant wrinkle and a pimple on his head.
He didn’t know what fun was, he always lacked in speed. He’d never won a race in life, he never took the lead.
One day he was so certain that he found a wife to love. He gave her all his money, a purple hat and glove.
Her personality was peaceful, her grace beyond divine. He knew one day he’d say to her, “I want you, be all mine.”
She’d say yes sir, I will, I do, I cannot live without. I love you too, we get along, a wedding without doubt.
He’d love that girl until he died, he’d never want to stray. She’d stay with him, as his wife, she’d never go away.
The little man he stayed real fat, his cake he loved to eat. The girl she loved to think about the day that they did meet.
Stine Writing 