Oh Mr. Puffy, Your laugh is a snort that could startle a moose, Yet somehow it still makes my heart go vwoop. You’re puffed up with pride and with snacks and with charm, A human-shaped pastry I want on my arm.So here’s to you, Puffy, my squishy true love— May your cushions stay plump and your snacks stay above. I’d follow you anywhere, even through crowds… Just don’t ask me to find you when you sit on the couch.
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