But I guess things could be worse,
When I think of how things started
With that awful pinkish purse...
I woke to find it on my head,
That pink monstrosity.
Its feathery straps hung o're my eyes,
Which made it hard to see.
I pulled it off as I sat up
And stared at it, bemused.
But one quick glance around my room
Would leave me so much more confused.
A purse of pink upon my head,
was strange, no doubt, but still,
quite stranger yet was the kangaroo
perched on my windowsill...
To Be Continued...
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