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A poem about the childhood delights of making your own toy
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Words: 76 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 05-02-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2512430
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Cheesy soldier
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Open the windows,
Close the Curtains,
Sing me a song of joy
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Sing to me once
Dance for me twice
You'll see I am a boy
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Not from my hair,
Not for my nose
But from my cheesy soldier toy
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I made him from cheese,
He's covered in fluff,
Do you know I called him Roy?
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I kept him in my pocket,
But he went through the wash
...He's dead now.
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