Oh fluffy, whitey pillow!
when night do comes
and I cry like a widow,
you are the sons
that stop my mournful bellow.

To me, you are a willow.
A tree with tongues
that speak just to a window
but that has thumbs
and looks just like a weirdo

Your touch sends me to limbo
where I do sums
and dream about a hero
who fights off scums
and lets world-peace continue

Without you, I’ll be zero
not even crumbs
in a game of nintendo
not even strums
that are strummed from a cello

You are my beloved pillow!


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