This boy intent is
On his puzzle he toils.
With his squishy foam.
Orange, green, red, blue.
Letters in alphabet.
Rubbery, soft, bright.
Will he solve his task?
Will his squishy foam be solved?
No- his brother comes.
The End.
There once was a lady named Brynne
She stood amongst all of the din
She looked at the boys
And all of their toys
And said "Oh my, how masculine!"
These poems come to you, courtesy of Rebekah Zellers and the Beerbowers.
We hope you have enjoyed our wonderful masterpieces.
(That wasn't me. Rebekah took over.)
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