Abbi
She strikes a chord
With many, mostly fear
For a decade now or so
She grown a foot a year
She lacks the gift of
Sound and fair sight
How amusing it must be
To cause such a fright
Bring her a furry friend
And you’ll make her day
Beastly, I suppose but who
Likes squeaky creatures anyway
Yes, she comes to me in the night
Truth is, it’s become the norm
Not because she finds me tasty
But because she finds me warm
Pick a pet contest
July 7/11
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