Ode to Steve

I miss my small glass penguin,
i miss him oh so much,
i sit and get to thinkin,
of polar bears and such,

his name is steve and he is kind,
he never spoke a word,
but we still knew whats on the mind,
of this aquatic bird,

i wonder what he's doing now,
or if he's come to harm,
he disappeared we dont know how,
i hope he breaks your arm,

if you return my pet to me,
we might not have to box,
i give you back your DVD,
when he's in my mailbox!!

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This is written by a friend of mine, to get back a best friend that someone stole from him!
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