There once was a Guitar named NAME his strings were all ADJECTIVE because his original owner never VERBed them. His BODY PART was warped and bleached from the sun. He was left on the side of the NOUN for dead. But one day a PROFESSION came and found SAME NAME and VERBed him down with NOUN, put on brand new NOUN and played him everyday. Because SAME NAME had such a hard life but was now treated with respect by the SAME PROFESSION the tune that came from him now was one of ADJECTIVE and wisdom. His life was now worth living now that he had found SAME PROFESSION
