17
Nov
A Snargle named Kazoo. ((an original poem))
There was a Snargle named Kazoo
Who wanted to breathe fire
But every attempt to do so
Left him feeling sad and tired
He huffed and puffed with all his might
But produced naught but smoke
“A fireless Snargle,” his friends all laughed,
“Must be some kind of joke!”
“It’s hopeless, then. I’m just no use,”
Poor Kazoo said, quite dejected
And off he went to sit by the lake
Consumed with apathy and heartbreak
Completely unaware that, in his wake,
Every dead flower resurrected.
((by ixhearxmusic))
((NO STEALING))
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