NOW That's What I Call Poems
I want to buy a onesie… but know it won’t suit me.
Flying fish few by the space station.
Poison ivy grew through the fence they said was impenetrable.
The clouds formed beautiful animals in the sky that eventually created a tornado to wreak havoc.
I want to buy a onesie… but know it won’t suit me.
At that moment I was the most fearsome weasel in the entire swamp.