Hello, friends. I know this blog is usually for light banter and yucks - a place where you can alway
Hello, friends. I know this blog is usually for light banter and yucks - a place where you can always expect a solid chuckle. But, as we all know, it can’t be fun and games all day every day. I would like to take this time to pay our respects to one of our fallen comrades. During our faceoff with The Trickster and Prank, we lost a little furry guardian, a soft blue light in a world of darkness - Beebo. Now before we get too far into this I have something to admit. While Gypsy has been gone I’ve been looking into a new hobby to show her how much she means to me… what better way than with a lovely poem? Sounds corny but let me tell you, it keeps an inter-dimensional relationship interesting. You run out of new and creative ways to send messages through breaches. I feel like I’m truly becoming a master poet so now, I present to you, without further delay, a poem for the eulogy of Beebo, on this sad, rainy day:In ‘92 you were introduced to usSo soft and so blueEvery child had to have one,Some even had twoYou never faded outLike toys most often doA legend in your timeAnd often in others’ too!A God of War to someA soft cuddle to othersYou would still be here,If I had my druthersPrank and Trickster melted you awayIn a cruel acid bathYour final words still haunt meTo this very dayAs your fur meltedAnd the situation was getting rowdyYou looked to the skyAnd with your last breath proclaimed“I have an owie”Am I good or am I good?! Gypsy won’t even know what to say when I drop a book of beautiful poems in her lap next time she visits. Nobody tell her dad though. I don’t think I’ll ever live that down… -- source link
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