Tongue Twister Time
Forrest forever worked full-time in the forest,
forgetting his fast food which was not so fabulous,
foraging for forest food not his forte,
finally fishing till the fish fought and got away,
Forrest was not exactly having a field day,
frantic and fuming and feeling foolish,
he foraged for food in his ford and came up with,
foul smelling fuzzy french fries from February,
famished he ate the frightful foul fries anyway.
Forrest the forest ranger forages for food in his ford.
10-31-16
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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