An ode to a NIGHTWALKER
A quiet friendly talker
Eyes that are volcano red
Makes me want to hide in my bed
His fur is down, curly and brown
Golden silky, is rarely found
He’s as tall as a mall
But he doesn’t like to fall
A voice thundering and deep
It makes me frightened, want to leap
Arms, loose floppy and long
Looks ridiculous, completely wrong
Floppy and sloppy, lanky joints
Slanky and manky, mouldy old points
A body so muscular and strong
Yet smells so stinky, a really bad pong
Sharp, long extending claws
With a frog sitting on his paws
Sensitively he thinks no one likes him
Lonely in the dim forest his only friend
is Tim
Is this something that you worked on together?
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