Post by ROZERA on Nov 26, 2012 21:53:34 GMT -5
There lives a white creature,
so fluffy and bright
it lives in a land called Antarctica.
Its fluffy tail to be slept on,
its beauty to be hidden.
What more could be dreamt of?
As awfully observant I may sound (not?)
a curse was put upon the fox.
There is a white creature,
so fluffy and bright it
could be called a lump of snow.
In the end the curse disappeared,
but not so easily. The fox died.
What did you expect? A Happily After?
Why not base this on reality then?
The fox had a curse? No, it just had an infection
that never healed.
There lived a white creature,
so fluffy and bright
it lived in a land called Antarctica.
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I went through some old stuff and found this poem which I wrote in 5th grade, I think back then I was obsessed with white creature or foxes, not sure...
so fluffy and bright
it lives in a land called Antarctica.
Its fluffy tail to be slept on,
its beauty to be hidden.
What more could be dreamt of?
As awfully observant I may sound (not?)
a curse was put upon the fox.
There is a white creature,
so fluffy and bright it
could be called a lump of snow.
In the end the curse disappeared,
but not so easily. The fox died.
What did you expect? A Happily After?
Why not base this on reality then?
The fox had a curse? No, it just had an infection
that never healed.
There lived a white creature,
so fluffy and bright
it lived in a land called Antarctica.
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I went through some old stuff and found this poem which I wrote in 5th grade, I think back then I was obsessed with white creature or foxes, not sure...