Tiny Kong

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A Kong poem

Humpa dumpa banged big drums, many ragdolls loudly him, children blocked ears with thumbs, night lay dark and glum.

Something sang in the night, all the kids cried with fright, eyes all bulged at the sight, of Tiny Kong - the teddybear mite.

He was not big, he was not tall, not very scary, not at all, fur coat gold, fluffy and soft, knitted face with a smile aloft.

Tiny Kong was his name, singing songs was his fame, his soothing voice helped to make, King Kong tame. 

His life was cut short, when Kong sat on his toy, doomed Tiny Kong was smashed, sadly, even giant broken toys, do get trashed.

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Submitted: October 24, 2020

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