By Robert James Liguori

When Bigfoot met the Yeti,
Noone knew about this…
Nor that they were boy and girl,
And shared a fluffy kiss.

There was no hatred or arguing,
Or growling to be witnessed,
Just two friends falling in love,
Having a forest-side picnic.

So the next witchhunt you go on,
With torches and pitchfork…
Know that what you may find,
May not be so dark.

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