It Is I Your Something

Thu, 11/02/2017 - 21:31 -- Audrea

I have made you a scarf,

But seeing it might make you barf.
On the bright side it does not smell bad,
And I hope that will make you glad.
It’s purpose to keep you warm,
like frost on a flowers form.
If it does not work i’ll be befuddle,
And apologize with my warmest cuddle.
The cold gets worse every year.
But isn’t that why I am here.

Now you do not have to fear,
For it is I, your something, and I got you gear.


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