 A Strawberry Plumpy is Juicy
by tatyanne
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I have a Strawberry Plumpy;
He looks perpetually grumpy.
His legs are short and stumpy,
And his skin is a little bumpy.
Look at that shiny, bright red skin,
Doesn’t that just make you grin?
His greatest desire deep within
Would be a large piece of bacon.
Little does he know he’s a sacrifice,
Or perhaps I should say a ‘snackrifice’.
I sprinkle some sugar and some spice,
And listen out for the Turmaculus’ sighs.
I blow my nose or hit him with a stick,
But the Turmaculus’ skin is far too thick.
I tap dance, sing and give him a good kick,
Yet none of these actions will do the trick.
Turmy, why won’t you wake up to eat,
This juicy, yummy, Plumpy treat?
Look at his face, he is truly sweet,
Don’t you think eating him would be neat?
I mean business, this is not a game,
I have given my Plumpy an appropriate name.
He is “Turmy’s Lunch” for I have no shame,
He is truly the juiciest Plumpy, I proclaim.
It looks like the Plumpy is here to stay,
For Turmy refuses to eat “Turmy’s Lunch” today.
I cannot hide my sorrowful dismay,
And do not know what else I could possibly say.
I shall try not to wallow
In a pit of dreadful sorrow.
It is a bitter pill to swallow;
I will have to try again tomorrow.
I do wonder if it could simply be that
The Turmaculus would have preferred a different Petpet?
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