Bumbershoot
Do you like food, learning old words and limerick? Then this is for you.
The goosebump hair is called bumbershoot
They stick up to the clouds like a galoot
It likes to give itself a shave
A close cut is what it crave
just go and ask the bandicoot
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I’ve got a tongue called sung
All these flavours had it sprung
It doesn’t matter what passes by
As long as it’s the greasy guy
It likes Asian food from Lange
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Christmas trees are nothing new
December time we blow the flu
Expecting eyes are wondering
Where gift wraps went a plundering
Your bank account won’t be missing you
A/N: Yes AI only helped with the images, because I am silly and I know it. You might also like this one. 👇
thank you so very much for reading if you got this far. Please laugh your way to my heart and also to the comment section because it’s free and you know it ♥️🤗🙏🏽
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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