I am Mr. Pilcrow;
It's sad for me to see
That someone doesn't know
A person great as me!
~
I guess I'm here to tell
About my history;
All that, to me, befell.
It's quite a long story!
~
I was born, fatherless,
In Brosanhocom town.
I loved an authoress;
In Brosan Lake she drowned.
~
I left the dreary town
And started life anew.
Now if you ask around
For me, they'll just say, "Who?"
~
I am Mr. Pilcrow,
And now you've heard my tale.
I'm quite a nice fellow;
I hope you cross my trail.
~
The leaves now are orange,
And winter fast comes forth.
And... Ah, shoot... Crap... Orange...
I'm done with this bio...