A little poem about Felicity

By GlitterVegan -
I've tried a few times
To write a poem about Felicity
But it comes out full of cliché:
Princess, Queen, pretty, pretty.
She does snore sometimes,
We converse in chirps
And I call her polar bear
When she shows me her
Snow-white belly -
But can I say that
About royalty?


LJ Ireton 

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