Oh stuffy how you are so soft So perfect and held aloft On your soft cushion of stuffing you sit Even as i age and grow my first zit Oh stuffy how you are so great So perfect and the size of a plate The perfect companion Through the treacherous Canyon of age.
Never let me enter the haze For i shall be lost in a daze Waiting for the phase Of being old to slowly encroach. Never let me enter that haze And remind me of the days Where books ended in rhymes And we played in our minds Never let me forget the time When time simply forgot to tick Stretching between naps and noms. Reminding me of my first tooth This is an ode to youth