A Precious Toy

Oh! What a day, a perfect day
 Something is found, as the game is plaid,
 Something precious and something good,
 A precious toy with heart and soul

Here‘s a day with quite a spirit
 A cetin man must buy some (purity)
 While a cetin woman is quite exhausted
 She tries to speak but make no sense
 Oh! What the hell its wealth a while,
 They are all relived it went so well.

Oh!!! What is that, a new world warrior
 With a crocodile’s heart and the spirit of
 A cat, and that’s because he’s a mix of both
 A dangerous mixture you’ll ever face, in
 His body run’s the blood of cannibals.

I talk about a wild beast, with shining eyes
 Like twinkling stars, nails as sharp as Uncle Leo pat
 Teeth as strong as ant Lacosta,
 He’s a big cat in the sense of the word, but I can
 Argue that he’s a croc as well,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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