The Hedgehog

A hedgehog sat upon a log
And ate a purple fig.
Soon, all that he had left of it
Was half a purple twig.
Next morning, he arose anew;
Declared that he felt fine.
Except for one development,
He now had purple spines!
1st Place in “Animal Nonsense” Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017
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