The Hat. A poem By @-Noob-Person- Nooby woke up in the morning being shooken from his snoring. Going to his computer, going online, to check up on Scratch with his time. scratch's servers, were not online. Nooby hoped they were fine. He went outside on the grass wearing his hat for this rhyme. the chilly breeze blew up him standing there wondering why.
Haven't posted in a while, hope you like this small art and poem.
