Limerick written based upon this image from pinterest.com
Mama Squirrel fussed with her curls, claiming they were “the finest fall swirls.” Her leaf-crown of gold, kept slipping in the cold, Papa strutted like he was king of the squirrels. Junior kicked leaves in a blaze, sending showers of amber in playful displays. Pumpkins lined the scene, cider steamed warm between, and the portrait looks like they were a bit crazed.
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