You know you’re my sweet potato, my perfect little tuber.

A grinning, giggling gosling, just a goofy little goober.

Like a cuddly constellation, no need to connect the dots.

A fuzzy, cosmic Milky Way of clomping cocoanauts.

Your sleepy sunshine eyelids beam blush rays of warming weary.

And tuckered tucked-in shoulder head is snug like teddy beary.

Your raucous rumpus roils my blood to rock and roll akimbo.

As we babble blabble blathering and shimmy shake our limbos.

You flabbergast, your every action leaves me addle-pated.

My sweet potato, you’re the neatest thing I co-created.


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