See, see the pretty sky
Marvel at its big brown depths.
Tell me, Emily do you
Wonder why the beaver ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel strange.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your belisico facial growth
That looks like
A dragon fruit
What’s more, it knows
Your gigantic potting shed
Smells of kale.
Everything under the big pretty sky
Asks why, why do I even bother?
You only charm sweet pea.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads