Booing Fuzzy Days Poem by Naveed Akram
Booing Fuzzy Days
A fuzzy day hit fuzzy cool night,
The freezing air wearied and became jolly,
So the fuzzier ways became a day.
Cuddly bears swarmed in, liking bumpy roads
That swore their tune to the turn of the roads,
One bear was grizzly, and one bear bore children.
A hard and melted top was painful joyfully,
Plastic grapes resisted me after the pain,
For booing points held booing points.
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