Here's another Short Poem (I'll call this poem the Orange Series):
In this orange box, there were three slots,
First slot, was full of mops,
Second slot, was crawled with shocks,
Third slot, had a resting sleepy orange fox.
Camping is a specialty that I love to do from time to time now. Even if I really can't go out for the moment being, I might as well go camp in my backyard lol.
There was an orange house with three rooms,
First room was brimmed with brooms,
Second room was drenched in doom,
Third room had an orange box reeking of gloom.
Come order baked potatoes now with a side of butter! :D