thinking the mushroom stealer is cute
he is short, but cute, the pink-haired teenager said to me.
I turned and looked and gave her a friendly tee-tee-hee.
That is the mushroom stealer, I know this guy well.
He stole all of the mushrooms from my Aunt Lucy Bell.
The girl turned and said “I can give you some ‘shrooms”.
The guy disappeared, with two weird sonic booms.
“What happened?” she asked me, her face a weird pink.
“he only likes to steal them, “ I told her, his name is Wink.
She waited for him to return, but he never came back.
I heard he is stealing ‘shrooms hither and yon in Hackensack.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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