The Old Man

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there was a man,

and oh how we loved him so,

he was a bit paranoid,

he was in the war, you see,

he loved helping people,

whenever he thought someone would end up in trouble,

 he would chop off one of the arms of the children,

but he was so old, goodness me,

for his birthday, i got him a gun,

i don't know why, 

the thought just came about the night of his birthday,

i went out and got him a gun from one of the shops down the street,

he absolutely loved it,

he loved it even more when i told him he could use it,

but only once, i emphasized,

so he took his aim,

turned the gun at him self and smiled,

giggling like a little boy on Christmas morning,

he pulled the trigger and a bang went off,

and that was the end of the old man