R.I.P BUSBY
Bumbling along the windy windy road looking for somewhere to stay
With Fields of flowers that I can devour
*yaaawwn!* but maybe I’ll do that another day
I sit down on a bench and close my eyes, little do I know that I will
die
A vast elephant of a person is about to park themselves upon me
SQUISH!
Rest in peace poor little bee
“I’m going to heaven” whimpered he
Busby is dead and now I can see
That busby, will go to heaven and fly, fly free.
really good rhythm & rhyme have you ever tried writing a happy poem? Heather
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