Who am I?
Who really cares?
"Not I," says the mockingbird.
"Nor I," say the bears.
I ask why?
Why care you not?
"Because," says the worm,
"You're the worst of the lot."
Coming from you?
Can a worm truly say?
"Nay," says the robin,
Plucking the worm away.
That was wrong,
Are you not aware?
"Shhh," hushed the wolf,
"You're the next to tear."
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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you are fat
Great write
Thank you thank you for posting a bit of (extra good) whimsical - there is much, what I call, WOE IS ME on the site so its nice to lighten up from time to time.
Indeed! LOL! Thanks for the comment, my friend. Sorry that my reply is this delayed. I am not sure why I didn't reply...but better late than never! Much love to you !
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