Bigfoot’s Car Door Poem

When in the woods,
You hear a thump,
And a tremendous roar,

Look through the trees,
And quiet your knees,
It’s just Bigfoot’s car door.

He’ll get some bread,
And some candy too,
And a bit to drink,

Maybe some soap,
And a shower scrub,
To help him with the stink.

Then home he comes,
Back to the woods,
To put away his stuff,

And into the bath,
Where he yodels and sings,
To clean his Bigfoot fluff.

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