Mr. Snuffy - Poem by Laurie Christenson
A flower began to bloom
and the town gathered in a swoon.
A young rock sank to the top of a well
and the town let out a cranky yell.
A stick struck the town bell
and the crowd picked up the last sea shell
A truck came down the bottom room
and blew everyone up-boom.
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