Flipper Blob

If you go down the valley and across the moorland in the early morning mist You will come to the brook where the willow trees weep and list Cross over by the mystic bridge into the secret sweet land where the flipper blob lives He tends his fields where the liquorice plants and strawberries grow Helped by his friends Bolly Ollyphont and Chocolate Moose Covered by caster sugar the roof of the flipper blob's house looks like snow The walls are made of cheddar cheese and the doors are from cream crackers When it is time to stop working the penny-toot whistle will blow

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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