Mushroom RoomA Poem by ℰmerald ⚓There once was a mushroom, Who sat in a plush room. The room had a moose, Who lliked to drink juice. Then there was a flower, That soon got devoured. Soon it began to pour, The mushroom asked, "May I have more?" Then a little stone, Began to moan. All the mushrooms red, Had already fled. The juice drinking moose, Hoped on a cabuse. He sat next to an animal, Who ate like a cannibal. © 2012 ℰmerald ⚓Author's Note
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