I have been locked in the basement for an eternity it seems,
In my hidden room behind the walls.
I wear a red and white striped collared polo.
I have very stiff and strait jeans.
My brown wrinkly skin resembles that of Yoda.
I am not allowed socks for I may escape into society.
My crooked eyes,
Like a high definition video camera.
I clamber around the house like a bouncy little dwarf.
I only eat from the floor.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
I have been locked in the basement for an eternity it seems,
In my hidden room behind the walls.
I wear a red and white striped collared polo.
I have very stiff and strait jeans.
My brown wrinkly skin resembles that of Yoda.
I am not allowed socks for I may escape into society.
My crooked eyes,
Like a high definition video camera.
I clamber around the house like a bouncy little dwarf.
I only eat from the floor.
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