A Smile From a Skoo

I walked along the street today

basking in the sunshine rays.

There was a smile at me from the blue;

A mysterious smile from a Skoo.

What is a Skoo? you may chance to ask.

What is a Skoo and what’s his task?

A Skoo is not big and he’s not tall.

Nope, a Skoo is not big at all.

For being just a pint-sized guy,

This Skoo was not a little bit shy.

He had purple hair upon his head

and his fingernails were painted red.

He was plump, with a marshmallow belly,

and a blue button nose smeared with jelly.

His feet were about as big as a clown

and he had noodley legs that made him fall down.

The Skoo cracked his crooked grin.

He popped his knuckles and lifted his chin.

His cowboy boots started to tap

and from his lips, he busted a rap;

A short, little, funny rhyme.

His fingers snapped in perfect time.

He smiled some more when he was through;

A delighted grin from a Skoo.

It made my day and made me smile too,

This smile, song and dance from a Skoo.