There is a monster in my closet,
One I feed cookies and teach chemistry.
Where did it come from I wonder,
This orange and tiny mystery.
It hugs my fingers, licking cookie crumbs,
Seems to want from me some hugs,
This tiny paw, little tongue,
Purring whiskers, snarling song.
There is a monster in my closet,
It's been a while, maybe shes under the faucet,
Now my cookies lay, uneaten, Untaught,
A furry enigma, now gone.
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Often confusing
שיריםSecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
