A Man made of GingerBread
Didn't have a ginger head
Whatever he saw, he had to destroy it
(The worst part about it was that he actually enjoyed it)
The giant cookie lurked in a city
Named Didderville, and the result was not pretty
Everyone present would tremble in fear
Whenever the colossal piece of bread would appear
No one in Didderville dare even smirk
But in their heads they were thinking, "Let's kill this old jerk!"
Mr. Gingerbread crushed their buildings and roads
Their libraries, houses, and LemonBerry Toads.
The people of Didderville thought they were done
The only food available were gingerbread crumbs
But when Peter Willis placed a bomb
At the giant's feet and set it on
(or set it off, but as you can tell
I needed to rhyme with bomb, oh well)
Cookie Goliath then exploded
Into gingerbread rocks which soon eroded
And everyone in Didderville shouted for joy
But where was our heroic little boy?
Alas, Peter Willis wasn't too smart
T'was two feet away when the bomb blew apart
So now our little boy lies dead
In a coffin made of gingerbread

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