AN- Okay. This was done during Code Red sugar high. Please lend some poetic license for the rhyming here. Just a cute little Squee poem. Sugar ensures.

1 A poem for Squee

By: Who else? Saturn

Little, tiny Todd Casil,

Playing in the mud.

Slipped, fell, and hurt his bum,

And wished his friends would come.

Then Pepito came along,

And went to help his friend.

He tried and tried, but would not bend,

But that is not yet the end.

And then along came Johnny C.,

To help his old friend Squee.

He picked him up and then Squee said,

"Thanks for helping me."

That is the end, there is no more,

And Squee went on his way.

But he won't forget that very day,

When the crazy neighbor-man looked his way.

End

AN- god, that sucked. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed. R/R please.

~Saturn