Felix, Feeling Famished
Felix, feeling famished, finished six thick steaks.
Felix, feeling foolish, states, “Thick steaks stink.”
Felix, feeling thirsty, swallows six thick shakes.
Felix, feeling sickly, states, "Thick shakes suck."
Felix, falling forward, frets, “I’m a foolish schlub!”
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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