Level Up! Poetry

79/90: Waxed Me

Waxed Me
Hold the trophy, they said to me
Oscar smiled up, with that molded glee
I held him tall, confused by this call
Then all went black, feeling the hot wax
Feck, now I am frozen, never able to relax


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