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Don't Panic

A Poem

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Don’t say boo

Don’t you dare move

He will see you

*

Hold that sneeze

Don’t you dare breath

He’s such a sleaze

*

Shut-up

He’ll hear you whimper.

Do you want him to pick you up?

*

Hush now

Stand perfectly still

Don’t even wrinkle your brow.

*

You’re lucky he can’t smell you.

So quit moving

You smell like dog poo.

*

He thinks you are such a fool

Don’t hyperventilate

Remember, he is nothing but a tool.

*

You better not dare scurry

His eyes are good

But you don’t need to worry.

*

He’s such a manic

Don’t you forget

But don’t panic*

*

Just don’t move.

Don’t panic

Soon, he will be removed.

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About the Creator

Mother Combs

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    Written by Mother Combs