Blocky’s Snow

Blocky was tired in the sack

Jocking on the radar came the colored pareidolia dire yak

His lyred 1st class dream no longer being of a wired fast juggler of things pyroed and wack had him quickly get up out of bed to again be hired and on track

Again over the bridge he was going to conquer the snowstormed trouble

Again with his physical gift showing and going bonkers the mode of his form solved the factory’s puzzle

He attached/put on his yellow spiked helmet

For his cashbook the biz of the fellow did wipe the sidewalks clean, they could tell he was fit

The Holiday Cat was relaxed and warm

Honestly their backs were life hacked and new dreams were born

- Avalon Dakota

- 1-25-26

- 11:33am

- Blocky's Snow