I love my toys. I love them red. I love them blue. I love them in my bed, any hue. I love them yellow. I love them green. I love their sheen. I love the balls. I love them all. I love them dirty. They aren’t purtee. It don’t matter. About the tatter. I love them ripped. I love them chipped. I love them stripped. I love them hollow. All day, I play. With them all. I have quite a haul. I have a ball. When I snooze, I know I lose. Some time with them. I pile them near. Have no fear. So to dream. And to scheme. Of a round of fun. Ho hum.
