UnPoetia:Hampton Fruffleshire And His Fluffy Pants

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Hampton F. owned fluffy pants

When he wore them he often danced

He sang of times of joy and fun

Of times he'd lost battles and times he'd won

Hampton F. owned a fluffy shirt too

With fluffy sleeves for his arms to go through

He bounced 'round all day with nothing to say

He danced, he danced

All his troubles away

Hampton F. owned fluffy walls

In his small little house, one room and no halls

Some men brought him there one night in the rain

For Hampton was goddamn fucking insane