When I was born, my parents abandoned me in a rubbish bin because I was so ugly. A hobo named Chiken found me and let me live in his luxury cardboard box.One day,Chiken left me on a boat while he went to steal some pacifiers from tourists. Unknown to him, the boat sailed off, and soon it entered Africa. The boat sailed down the Congo, where eventually I washed up near a family of gorillas found me and raised me as one of their own. They later worshiped me as their god, Hula Hoop. I was rescued last Tuesday. Boo-yah. I hope you find my poetry funny and with meaning, and my stories grammatically incorrect and random.