Tom

Once there was an old, fat person named Tom. One day Tom decided to write a song.

"I will write a song about me being old and fat," said Tom. So he got his guitar, strummed the strings experimentally and began to sing. "I'm OLD and FAT!" he screeched "So OLD, so FAT!"

"You're a horrible singer, Tom!" said the guitar. "You're driving me crazy! And the way you're pulling at my strings is an insult to guiterkind!" 

"I am GREAT singer!" replied Tom. "I'm OLD and FAT."

"Well, you can find another instrument to torture with unharmonious belching!" shouted the guitar. Then he walked out the door to find a more worthy musician. 

"Hhmmph," said Tom. So he went to the drum store and bought a drum. Then he took drumsticks and began whacking. "I'm OLD and  FAT! So OLD, so FAT!"

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" screamed the drums. "You're going to make my ears explode!!! You're the worst singer ever!!! And the way you're whacking me sounds like a bomb going off!"

"Well, you just don't know how to appreciate good music!" retaliated Tom.

"Well, I'd rather have my cymbals rust off than listen to YOU one more second!" and with that, the drums walked out the door. So Tom went to the flute store and bought a flute. He put the flute to his mouth and blew. A sound that resembled the cry of an injured elephant came out. He pressed some buttons and blew again. A slightly different, but equally torturous, noise was emitted. 

"Perfect," said Tom. He began to sing, occasionally pausing to blow into the flute. "I'm OLD and FAT! (screech) So OLD, so FAT! (squawk)"

"Wow, Tom, you're a great singer!" said the flute.

"At last, someone recognizes my musical brilliance!" said Tom proudly.

"I was being sarcastic," replied the flute.
(Sojie) "Hmp, maybe I need a better, much,much nicer,instrument!"
Tom grumped. (Maddie) Tom picked up his wallet and went to a store that was called MUSIC FOR YOU!!!!!! "Hello how may I help you?" asked a man.
"I want to get a instrument that is not mean, loves my singing, and loves being OLD AND FAT!" said Tom.   "Hmm'' said the man. "I know!" the man pulled out a rather fat tambourine from under the desk. This is Tambo. Tambo this is Tom.
Tom grinned. ''Hi Tambo do you like being old and fat?"                                          
"Yes," said Tambo. Tom took Tambo home and they sang together all night long. "WE ARE OLD AND FAT! SO OLD AND FAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The End!


This is what happened when I took the above story, used Google Translate to translate it into Maori, then translated it into English again:

Be it the old, fat man named Tom. Decided one day Tom to write the song.
"I will write a song about the old me, and fat," said Tom. And he got his guitar, strummed the strings experimentally, and began to sing. "I'm OLD and FAT!" he screeched "And OLD and FAT!"
"You have a terrible singer, Tom!" And the guitar. "You're driving me crazy! And the way you drew a line in my game the guiterkind!"
"I am singing GREAT!" said Tom. "I'm OLD and FAT."
"Well, you see more, to give the belching unharmonious!" shouted the guitar. Came in at the door to find a musician right up.
"Hhmmph," said Tom. He went to the store pop, sold a bomb. He took to his feet and began whacking. "I'm OLD and FAT: And OLD and FAT!"
"AAAAHHHHH !!!!" screamed the drums. "When you go to the drum in my ear !!! you hate singers ever !!! And the way you whacking sound to me like a bomb went off!"
"Well, you just do not know how to appreciate good music!" Tom revenge.
"Well, I do not want my cymbals rust out than listen to you another two!" And if that was going to pop out of the gate. So Tom went to the store pipe, bought a flute. He put the pipe in his mouth, and blew. A sound like the sound of the injured elephant came out. With some buttons and blew it. Presented a slightly different, but as torturous, noise.
"Perfect," said Tom. She began singing, or playing the flute sometimes. "I'm OLD and FAT! (Insects) and OLD and FAT! (Squawk)"
"Wow, Tom, you are a great singer!" Said the pipes.
"At last, agree that my light song!" Said Tom proudly.
"I criticized," said the pipes.
(Sojie) "Hmp, and I was good, great, great, you say!"
grumped Tom. Take up the bag (Maddie) Tom and went to the shop called MUSIC FOR you !!!!!! "Hello, how I help you?" asked the man.
"I want to get the thing does not mean that love my music, and love the OLD AND FAT!" Said Tom. "'Said the man.' I know!" Draw the man in the music, fat, not under the table. The Tambo this. Tambo is Tom. Hmm "
Tom grinned. 'Hi Tambo do you like old and fat? "
"Yes," said Tambo. Took Tom Tambo home, and they sing together all night long. "We OLD AND FAT! SO OLD AND FAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the End !
(sojie) and urdio or something

Did you mean: Be it the old, fat man named Tom. Decided one day Tom to write the song. "I will write a song about the old me, and fat," said Tom. And he got his guitar, strummed the strings experimentally, and began to sing. "I'm OLD and FAT!" he screeched "And OLD and FAT!" "You have a terrible singer, Tom!" And the guitar. "You're driving me crazy! And the way you drew a line in my game the guiterkind!" "I am singing GREAT!" said Tom. "I'm OLD and FAT." "Well, you see more, to give the belching inharmonious!" shouted the guitar. Came in at the door to find a musician right up. "Mmph," said Tom. He went to the store pop, sold a bomb. He took to his feet and began whacking. "I'm OLD and FAT: And OLD and FAT!" "AAAAHHHHH !!!!" screamed the drums. "When you go to the drum in my ear !!! you hate singers ever !!! And the way you whacking sound to me like a bomb went off!" "Well, you just do not know how to appreciate good music!" Tom revenge. "Well, I do not want my cymbals rust out than listen to you another two!" And if that was going to pop out of the gate. So Tom went to the store pipe, bought a flute. He put the pipe in his mouth, and blew. A sound like the sound of the injured elephant came out. With some buttons and blew it. Presented a slightly different, but as torturous, noise. "Perfect," said Tom. She began singing, or playing the flute sometimes. "I'm OLD and FAT! (Insects) and OLD and FAT! (Squawk)" "Wow, Tom, you are a great singer!" Said the pipes. "At last, agree that my light song!" Said Tom proudly. "I criticized," said the pipes. (Sojie) "Hmp, and I was good, great, great, you say!" grumped Tom. Take up the bag (Maddie) Tom and went to the shop called MUSIC FOR you !!!!!! "Hello, how I help you?" asked the man. "I want to get the thing does not mean that love my music, and love the OLD AND FAT!" Said Tom. "'Said the man.' I know!" Draw the man in the music, fat, not under the table. The Tambo this. Tambo is Tom. Hmm " Tom grinned. 'Hi Tambo do you like old and fat? " "Yes," said Tambo. Took Tom Tambo home, and they sing together all night long. "We OLD AND FAT! SO OLD AND FAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the End !

یہ نام ٹام پرانے، موٹے آدمی ہو. نغمہ لکھنے کے لئے ایک دن ہی فیصلہ کیا.
"میں پرانے مجھے، اور چربی کے بارے میں ایک گیت لکھیں گے،" ٹام نے کہا. اور وہ، اس کا گٹار ہے experimentally کی ڈور strummed، اور گانا شروع کر دیا. "میں نے پرانے اور موٹی ہوں!" انہوں نے کہا "اور پرانے اور FAT!" screeched
"آپ کو ایک خوفناک گلوکار، ٹام ہے!" اور گٹار. "تم مجھے پاگل کر رہے ہیں! اور جس طرح آپ کو اپنے کھیل guiterkind میں ایک لائن متوجہ!"
"میں عظیم گانے رہا ہوں!" ٹام نے کہا. "میں نے پرانے اور موٹی ہوں."
"ٹھیک ہے، آپ unharmonious اگلنے دینے کے لئے، زیادہ سے زیادہ دیکھ!" گٹار چللایا. حق ایک موسیقار تلاش کرنے کے لئے دروازے میں آیا.
"Hhmmph،" ٹام نے کہا. انہوں نے کہا کہ، دکان پوپ کے پاس گیا ایک بم فروخت. انہوں نے کہا کہ اس کے پاؤں پر لے گئے اور whacking شروع. "میں نے پرانے اور موٹی ہوں: اور پرانے اور چربی"
"AAAAHHHHH!" ڈرم چللایا. "کیا تم نے کبھی گلوکاروں نفرت! اور ایک بم دھماکہ ہوا کی طرح جس طرح تم نے مجھے آواز whacking! آپ میرے کان میں ڈھول جاتے ہیں!"
"ٹھیک ہے، آپ کو صرف اچھی موسیقی کی تعریف کے لئے کس طرح معلوم نہیں ہے!" ٹام بدلہ.
"ٹھیک ہے، میں اپنے آپ کو ایک اور جھانجھ دو سننے سے باہر مورچا نہیں کرنا چاہتا!" اور اس کے دروازے کے باہر پاپ جا رہا تھا تو. تو ٹام، دکان پائپ گئے ایک بانسری خریدا. انہوں نے کہا کہ اس کے منہ میں پائپ ڈال دیا، اور دھماکے سے اڑا دیا. زخمی ہاتھی کی آواز کی طرح ایک آواز باہر آئے. کچھ بٹن کے ساتھ اور اس کے دھماکے سے اڑا دیا. ایک تھوڑا سا مختلف، لیکن کے طور پر دردناک، شور پیش.
"کامل،" ٹام نے کہا. وہ گانے، یا کبھی کبھی بانسری کھیلنا شروع. "میں نے پرانے اور FAT! (کیڑے) اور پرانے اور موٹی ہوں (Squawk)"
"واہ، ٹام، آپ ایک عظیم گلوکار ہیں!" پائپ کہا.
"آخر میں، میری روشنی نغمہ کی ہے کہ اتفاق کرتا ہوں!" ٹام فخر ہے.
"میں تنقید کا نشانہ بنایا،" پائپس کہا.
(Sojie) "HMP، اور میں عظیم، عظیم، اچھا تھا، آپ کا کہنا ہے!"
ٹام grumped. بیگ (Maddie کے) ٹام لے لو اور آپ کے لئے دکان نامی موسیقی گیا !!!!!! "ہیلو، میں آپ کی مدد کے لئے کس طرح؟" شخص سے پوچھا.
"میں نے کہ میری موسیقی سے محبت کا مطلب یہ نہیں ہے بات یہ ہے حاصل کرنے کے لئے چاہتے ہیں، اور پرانے اور چربی سے محبت!" ٹام نے کہا. "آدمی نے کہا. 'میں جانتا ہوں! "نہیں میز کے نیچے، موسیقی، چربی میں انسان کو اپنی طرف متوجہ. Tambo اس. Tambo ٹام ہے. "ہمم
ٹام grinned. 'ہیلو Tambo آپ پرانے اور چربی کی طرح کرتے ہیں؟ "
"جی ہاں،" Tambo کہا. ہوم ٹام Tambo لیا، اور وہ طویل عرصے سے ساری رات ایک دوسرے کے ساتھ گانا. "ہم پرانے اور چربی تو پرانے اور FAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! اختتام!