I have a fuzzy friend,
His name is fuzzy frank,
He is the reason,
All of mommy’s soda is drank.
Mom never believes me
Because she cannot see
All the messes’ frank makes
And blames them all on me!
Sometimes he isn’t a good friend
Sometimes has real mean
But mostly he is funny
Maybe because he’s green.
One day I’ll get back at him
Mom will catch him in the act
And then she will believe me
After she learns the facts.
It’s not me who causes problems
Or destroys her beautiful walls
It’s that dang old monster
Who makes everything fall.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/21/09
I am in adult roles and we are making puppets of monsters and for some reason this popped into my head.
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