Gizmo
By Del C
[not published yet]
When I hug Gizmo I feel sleepy,
Like I am in a world of flowers.
He is cinnamon brown,
His stomach white as a tissue,
Squishy like a baby’s cheeks,
Smelling of soap and aftershave,
of my heart filled with joy.
[not published yet]
When I hug Gizmo I feel sleepy,
Like I am in a world of flowers.
He is cinnamon brown,
His stomach white as a tissue,
Squishy like a baby’s cheeks,
Smelling of soap and aftershave,
of my heart filled with joy.