The Writing Machine

There once was a boy named Jason McLean,
Who conjured up the amazing writing machine!

It teeted and hooted and began to shake,
a story, a poem, what would it make?

It shook even more, it was about to burst,
When Jason gave it some oil, quenching it's thirst.

And out popped a poem, then a story, then a book,
a fable, a novel, no matter the time it took.

The books and poetry all piled high,
and in that second, the paper went dry.

The machine, sputtered and started to squeak,
And all the oil, sprang through a leak!

Then the machine over loaded,
and with a bang; the thing exploded.

Leaving Jason's room in a mess,
putting poor Jason, under distress.

For there once was a boy named Jason McLean,
and that was the end of his writing machine.