Humphrey The Humphster
You were Humphrey The Humphster,
Pink paws and golden fur,
You ran a lot,
In for a slot,
In the Hamlympics,
But you got ill,
Your doctor said,
You had to go to bed.
P.S- Humphrey, I'm sorry for not fighting for you. It was for the best, to end your suffering.
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PoetryA random poem book where I've written poems reflecting what my mood was when I wrote them. Hope you like it!
