WAFFLELUMPS (cloud pt7)
Time for me to get out,Of my fluffy cloud bed.
To find some wafflelumps,
To carry my jam and bread.
All the Cheeselets are staying in bed,
As they've caught a flu.
Told them it wasn't the thing to do,
Catching a cold with a lasso.
Told them to stay underground,
It's a mite warmer when snow.
Lays on the ground;
Nice to share with critters,
When there to ill to get around.
I'll have to make them my legendary,
Raspberry soup for their tea.
I'll have to travel across the sea
of thought, To catch some more for me.
I'm no dandelion stew,
Quicker than a shrimp.
I have to track them in a loop,
To catch raspberries skittering by.
So I can make my soup.
Still haven't caught a wafflelump,
There very hard to catch.
Maybe I'll have better luck,
If I pretend to take a little nap.
You know at nighttime,
When they've been around.
You always find footprints,
As they tiptoe all around.
Cheeselets are good at catching them,
Not so much am I.
I never even knew,
Wafflelumps could fly.
Managed to catch my wafflelump,
Gave it such a fright.
Don't think it will do the crossing,
Too late now I'll try tomorrow night.
Time for me to climb into my
Fluffy cloud and say goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-01-28 at 00:44
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