Today, I miss my hugging monster.
He is not a kangaroo but he sports a goatie wear.
I also miss my kissing bear
Everyday he is not so near
His pens are sharp with words to scare
My heart when throbbing cease to snare.
The innocence of my virgin mind
In thought reprieved my broken rhyme.
Where's that huggie monster of mine?
Is he running aloof to hide his prime?
I miss that playful mind of mine
Of thought my imagination will outshine!
~greenmeadow~
2/18/2006