There's a Giraffe in my Bed

Hurry up, it’s time for bed,

Let’s get moving, my mother said.

Brush your teeth, clean your ears,

Put to rest your silly fears.

I ran upstairs, flew through the door,

And almost fell right on the floor.

How could this be, this wasn’t right,

A giraffe had come to spend the night?

What could I do, what should I say?

I guess I’ll have to let him stay.

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~ © dlg ~

Poem by Me*Ü*