Maggie's Blog

Grraffe poem

Maggie on My Blog - Thu, October 04 2007

Orange and white
He sits under the skylight.

Big floppy ears
Oh I can hear his jeers.

He makes me want to chew him up;
Brings out my inner pup.

His name is big bad Grrraffe.
His smile so smug, I can hear him laugh.

He squeaks, I squeal.
It's his fluffy face I want to peel.

I will find the center of his noise;
Even if I have to shred this...one of Freckles' toys.

Ernest T on Oct 04 at 08:02 PM

Bravo! I could feel your pain. Darn squeekin things make me crazy too!

Starter on Oct 04 at 09:13 PM

I love those squeaky things! My mom won't buy anything squeaky for me anymore because it takes her longer to pick something out than it does for me to chew out the squeaker. Just to torment me, Mom keeps all the squeakers in a container she's named the "squeaker graveyard" and she'll squeak them and it makes me NUTS!!

Peaches on Oct 05 at 12:40 AM

Poor Freckles....she says Grraffe is one of her favorite toys. The poem was good, but the message? Be nice, Maggie!

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