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Panda and Smurf Poem for Smurf

Hello People, how was your sleep? Mine was...horrifying. First I was a bit lonely because my youth group friends had lots of memory making time together that I had missed because of a road trip, then one of my friends (Piglet actually. Thought that was a little odd) was murdered. (I found him.) Then for some reason I was driving fast down a street, then up the street, back around a police filled corner and back to the place we'd been sleeping. (We as in, my family, my youth group.) I did this route multiple times in multiple ways, each time there were more cops than the last and each time I took a slower form of transportation. The last time I was running. I ran into two soldiers. "Sir!" I shouted, then they shouted something and I said "Yes sir." Fortunately they let me go. Then I saw a child on the side of the road, I came nearer and even picked him up before I realized that it was the one who had murdered my friend and already nearly murdered me three times. What he does is he disguises himself, then murders you and makes it appear that you were trying to harm him, not the other way around. I don't remember the three different ways that he'd tried to take my life before, but there was a list. (He could shapeshift and whatnot) Then I saw a dual image of myself, one picture was me holding the boy, horrified, the other was me in bed screaming. Help! Help! HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! HEEELLLPP!!! Shrieking at the top of my lungs for anyone to save me. In my mind I was whispering, it's just a dream. You can make it through this, it's just a dream. Maybe this guy could kill through dreams or something, because I was terrified. Mom and my friend Hocker were the only two that came to my aid. (Dunno why those two in particular.) As soon as I felt their presence I calmed down, until mom left and Hocker was about to. I cried, I begged him not to leave me. (Despite the voice in my head pointing out how bad it would look for him to stay.) I just didn't want to die like Piglet.
There was another dream too, but it was really weird and I have trouble remembering it. Something about getting lost in a parallel universe.
So yesterday, I was trying to solve my regular sized rubix cube but no matter what I did, I just couldn't solve it. I seriously tried like ten times. Do you know what the problem was?
The middle pieces had fallen out and gotten put in the wrong places. When I realized that I threw it on the floor. #2 was shocked, she thought I was mad. Nope! Just knocking the pieces out. (I thought there was another piece that got moved too, so I figured if throwing it on the floor doesn't knock it out again, then I am wrong.) I solved the cube and put the pieces in there proper order. LOL If you ever want to mess with someone, mix up the center pieces on their rubix cube. I was busy for like half an hour.
Y'all remember the Limerick competition? Well the winner of said competition finally made his writing request. He wanted a poem about a panda and a smurf. (He likes pandas and smurfs)
Here we go.


One day not so long ago
A smurf saw a panda take a tumble.
To the scene of the wreck he flew
"Dear sir of black and white,
I must now know, are you alright?"
The panda blinked at the blue
Little figure standing before him.
"Yes I am quite alright, just fell from that there limb."
He pointed to a high, high tree.
"What were you doing up there?"
"I was climbing, you see."
"Why?"
"Well I thought there was something I saw."
"What?"
"The washing blue waves of the Asian sea."
"Oh dear, no. That, sir, was the sky."
The panda looking very sad, sighed.
"I guess it is a good thing I didn't make it to the top."
"Maybe so,
But I hate to see your spirits so low.
Would you come to tea?"
The panda smiled, looked up,
 "I would be delighted if you would have me."
So the two went away, on that strange day,
When the panda met the smurf.


There you go, Smurf. I hope you like it. I hope the rest of you enjoyed it too. Honestly I have never written a poem quite like it. I feel like I broke my usual pattern. I hope you guys have a great day.
Don't forget to swing by Stonebridge Baptist Church this morning if you have the chance, we are having a car wash fundraiser. 😉

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