Mr Cornealis Fox was his name,
He came to me, surprisingly sane.
He was found in box in the dark in the street,
All alone, very scared, with nothing to eat.
I stroked his fur with such great care.
It was almost to hard to bare,
To see a creature so filled with fright.
It made me sad to see the sight.
I took him home in a blanket to care for thee,
Several years past and he is now free.
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Crappy Poetry (please read?)
PoetryHey guys! This was actually a request from I_Am_Joker. He told me to write more poetry after he read my previous poem, Hater's Make Us Famous. I hope you enjoy it, etc, etc, and let me know what you think.
