| This is a collaborative poem between my sponsor, 𝓦𝓮𝓫W𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 and I for the Candidate/Sponsor poem or story requirement in "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" 𝓦𝓮𝓫W𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 is in plum and Schnujo is in blue. A silly little kitten With her silly little string Bats a silly little mitten On a silly little swing Oh that silly little thing A Stocky puppy named Pocky Never made a pet of pure breed Chased his tail while playing hockey Perhaps due to papa's bad seed For kids, he was all they would need A slight little birdie named Gertie In tight little circles she would fly Sometimes twenty, sometimes thirty Would she swoop through the sky In a twin-engine prop--that's how she'd fly Fred the frog was thought a fraud He jumped around in Saul's back yard He promised his heart to his gal-pal Maude For a juicy cricket Fred fought hard He jilted Maude, from her pad he was barred |