Armadillo On My Pillow
I found an armadillo on my pillow
he was light as a feather on a willow
What was he doing on my pillow?
this rolly tiny stub of no real kilo
this roundy little sweety ditto
that was made of coco & oreo ?
He was waiting for a morning hello
but as the sun began to billow
he would melt right on my pillow
So I just placed him in the fridgeo
where he could live another dayo
Now isn't that a glorious wayo
to treat an armadillo on a pillow
now isn't that a glorious wayo
to have a friend name Shiloh...
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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