This is just a little poem I quickly jotted down after my morning coffee, I hope you enjoy!
My Imaginary Friend
Like the wind he travels swiftly about,
Hes a little shy,
And very long and stout,
His favorite food is sauerkraut,
Take it away and you’ll make him cry,
Give him a pie and he’ll only sigh,
You’ll probably never meet this guy,
Cause like the wind he travels swiftly about,
He can be mean,
If ever he is seen,
But he is real don’t you doubt,
I’ll tell you what he is all about,
He’s like a cat,
Part giraffe,
Has a tail like a rat,
If you saw him you’d probably laugh,
He lives in a hut and holds a staff,
He has a cut but is on the mend,
See what he is, is my imaginary friend,
You'll probably never see him though,
Cause like the wind he travels swiftly about.
Drawing by Nicole Lackey
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