It Slithered
It Slithered It slithered from the toilet bowl, then across the floor It slithered down the hall, then underneath my door It slithered into my bedroom, and then onto the bed It slithered up the blanket and kissed me on the head I wondered what it was that slithered across my face I wished that it would slither off to some other place It slithered up my nostril and then out of my ear hole It waved goodbye and slithered back to the toilet bowl
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