Marky Marksum

I met a great man and he was named Marky Marksum.  Marky ate big meals and he spelled every word with almost precise precision, but once in a while Marky would make a spelling error.  Marky was funny and cute in his facial features, but Marky really didn't get the biggest salary in life.  Marky was missing three teeth in the back of his jaw and he really did not want to tell anyone that he could not chew every type of swordfish that was on the menu.  For some reason, Swordfish just got in the way of his happiness and it drove him to madness.  It was just that swordfish which really tasted silly to him was tough to chew for him and that he just did not make enough money to fix his jaw with dental implants.   I liked Marky a little bit and I wished he had more money.  He really did not spell the letters of words completely perfect and it did not break his message but it did show that he was really missing a few words here and there.  Marky was busy one day because he worked in the scuba diving business.  Marky would dance in a jungle gym on his youthful days on the playground of his grade school.   That was a fun time.  He was really busy and everyone seemed to congregate to watch his dancing.  That was the coolest thing ever.  Not only that but his dancing left such a positive impression that Marky never was want for a friend to call in the future.  That was good for Marky, but Marky was independent and did not care to associate with any man or woman save his wife and children and business associates.  That was fine too, but then there were times that Marky's old friends got angry because he just did not even return their phone calls and emails when he was summoned just to make a joke or light a smoke.   Marky was sort of happy.  He lead a very busy life and he really did not think about the three teeth that he was missing.  It was working out fine for him really, but he just didn't have alot of money.  He couldn't buy the Porsche that a man like Marky would like to have to be a memory of the times he was dancing on the playground.   So Marky had to make do with a Brown Chevrolet which ran very well but had rust on the doors and made a lot of noise every where it went.  No one could tell Marky how ugly and loud his car was because he just didn't listen to their summons and he did read their messages but he dismissed their inquiries as troubled spirits.  
The moral of this story is that Marky was a wise fellow but that he did not really take life seriously.  He really wanted to show off but he lost the day when he grew up and went into the marketplace to work for the rest of his life.