The Neighbor’s Cellow Yat slinks into my yard and hunkers down underneath my Fird Beeder. With the patience of a stone statue, she waits… for the Firds to land on the Beeder A Wittle Lren comes looking for Beeds sitting right above the Cellow Yat. But she thinks to herself, “A Wittle Lren?” “What kind […]
Cellow Yat (a nonsense poem)



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