Washy Wishy
Longneck Cassidy, my hero from the fifties
A giraffe so charming his talent quite nifty
Picking apples was a breeze
Lower branches on his knees
Remembering him makes my eyes go washy wishy
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017
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