Encouraged to write poems for a small child. Largely a flop. One success.
I'm not permitted to change the ending, I'm told.
I spied a robin make a tweet
It piped a song that rang with peeps
It chirped and chimed and sang so sweet
A tuneful bob that loves to tweep
It struck a chord and took a cheep
As I watched on while half asleep
The robin pooped and flew away
I hope it doesn't get eaten by next door's cat.
There were also 2 jays that stopped by in the tree. I've never seen them so close
So, so much hair
Respect to anyone out there who has ever tried to put a skeleton into a onesie. I see you and feel ur pain
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