That Friday feeling,
it has got me feeling good,
and expecting good.
People are funny,
and that is so good, I know,
because I’m one too.
Nothing is sticking,
the pages like grease paper,
is great for pizzas.
The words struggle out,
each looking for that purpose,
and not finding one.
Dino was kidnapped,
taken by the little bears,
there in the toy box,
