Blaming a Missing Person
Two small pinwheels once rosy and gay
Have faded in the sun, they are now dingy and gray
How brilliantly colorful they once were, probably
Popping with enthusiasm and joy to some degree
Now they are worn, faded, dull, and listlessly dead.
I have to blame their owner Mr. McFred
He should have brought them in before the snow
Wait; he is missing? How did I not know…
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