Updated: Jul 22
A Poem by BreakingRanksblog
Whose stuffed animal is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though.
She gives her stuffed animal a shake, and laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The stuffed animal is cute, soft and deep
But she has promises to keep
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.
Not a penny wasted.
She rises from her gentle bed
With thoughts of kittens in her head
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
There you go until the night
Cute stuffed animal waiting on the bed.