Lucky 8
He was the last of the Eight she bore
From the Discomfort of her belly came his sweet face
His single Blazing blue eye could not disgrace
The unique look of his spirit we Adore
It is his Paragon of naughtiness to embody
His Pulchritude brings smiles as his ears brush the ground
It was a lucky Revelation that led him to be found
He is Charisma galore, our Mr. Peabody!
7/10/2018
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