A Poem by Hannah P.

As the poolgar approached
We met eye to eye.
I thought so and told him,
"I'm too young too die!"
He looked confused.
I looked amused.
"I just wanted to see what humans were like!"
I thought for a sec and said,
"Hannah's my name! Yike!"

If you meet a poolgar,
I'm not saying that you will,
Try not to watch him dining.
It may make you kind of ill.

His fingers square-danced in the butter.
His shoes were filled with salt.
His wings had sugar sprinkled on them.
His tail dipped in a malt.

Should you meet a poolgar
My advise to you is run.
But if that isn't possible
You're probably going to miss dinner.



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