One day, a peehen was walking along the lawn, and she saw a peacock. "Why hello, Ernold." 
"Hi, Jukebox."
"Would you like to hear my poem?"
"Sure. No wonder your parents call you 'Jukebox' (sigh), but sure."
On Ernold, how I love you,
Just a peacock in my dreams,
I hope I am just a peehen in a fantasy
But oh we could be together,
If you'd just love me,
and my feathers.
Ann Daniels

This little poetic piece of writing is one of my favorites written by you. I like the last line...if you'd just love me and my feathers. I also think her name, Jukebox, is a fun touch to our poem!


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