Foul Fluff Poem by Ima Ryma

Well, I survived to tell you that
It was an owlful thing to be
Flying into a laundromat.
In an open dryer flew me,
And then some human shut the door.
And I was spinning owl around,
Never had felt so hot before.
I figured I was cooked bird bound.
Luckily I happened to share
The machine with delicates so
For not too long were we in there.
Door opened and out I did go.

I got my feathers ruffled, yes,
But Snuggle smells good, I confess.