We've been reading a lot of Shel Silverstein poems lately, so I made up my own poem before I took my nap today. It's called "The Straight-Walking Man".
There was a man
Who would only ever walk in a straight line.
He never went left,
He never went right,
He never went up,
He never went down.
He just kept walking straight
And ended up in Chicago.
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