Quote: I have no idea why

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Aaaaaages ago, I sent a poem to my dad and he asked where I had found it.

I wrote it.

"But the language was so antiquated," he'd said. "Did you mean to write it in that style?"

I guess. I don't know. It just sounded right.



A bottle was found one evening,
Along the sandy shore,
By a man who turned it over
And finally pulled free the cork.

And out! leaped a genie, so skillful,
Great, powerful, and wise.
It blinked, it stretched, it yawned,
And ran its fingers along its sides.

“Thank you, human, for the favor.
“I’ve been so terribly bored.
“For releasing me from my prison,
“Just ask, and whatever is yours.”

The man who’d released the genie
Thought for a while, then said,
“Really, a million dollars
“Is the first thing that popped in my head.”

The genie laughed and it cackled.
It paused and adjusted its hat.
“I’ll grant your wish with a warning.
“Call it a small caveat.

“Yes! You’ll get your million dollars.
“And, through a cruel twist of fate,
“I also must give a million
“To the person whom you most hate.”

“I see how it is,” the man said
And nodded most thoughtfully.
“It’s the way of the world, this offer.
“A punishment for my good deed.

“I understand what you’re saying,
“A stroke of supposed bad luck.
“But what you really just told me
“Is I get two millions bucks.”