Cookies no more his fav'rite treat.
Cookie Monster's now into meat.
Miss Piggy's "weed brownies" he'd eat.
They knocked him clean off of his feet.
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All cookies now they take back seat.
Has pointed fangs hard as concrete.
His menu now is indiscrete;
you see this dude, best you retreat!
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He's someone you don't want to greet.
He'll devour you in a heartbeat.
Your gooey blood to him tastes sweet.
Killing takes seconds to complete!
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As the "count" says; he thinks it's neat
one, two, three, your life, he'll delete~
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I believe the poor fella’s been terribly misunderstood. All he needs is a little love, a stroll round the garden admiring the autumn leaves – you know, the kind of stuff youse poets and poetessesses do so well. Don’t mind me – I’ll take a back seat ‘cos I’m no good at that stuff….. Oh that reminds me I meant to see my manicurist……
Howdy Dave! 👋😁
Thank you my friend!
I think he needs to
get off them
pot laced brownies! 😂
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Good fun write Thad.
Andy
Howdy Andy! 😁👋
Thank ya kindly my friend,!! 👍
Y'all have a great day!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
I needed a smile this morning and this one gave it to me. Thank you for that. well written and imaginative very creative Thad.
Did you know I could do a chop Sui just like miss piggy? Hi.....ya...h lol absolutely love this, and I love the Muppets and sesame street giving away my age 🤣 one of the most fun poems I've read. Kudos 🌹
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