Myth Of Sissy-Fits

Sissy-fits pushed his rock

around the hallways.

He pushed his rock around his home 

Sissy-fits pushed and pushed and pushed his rock. 

His rock never felt at home. His rock always needed to be moved.

It was a high maintenance rock. 

Sissy-fits decorated his rock every day. 

Sometimes Sissy-fits' rock was beautiful, decorated in rich colors.

Other days his rock only wore a black hoodie with the drawstrings pulled tight as can be.

Sissy-fits worked so hard to push his rock and it made him happy.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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