Mines and Crafts

He mines with a stick and
Crafts at the table
He climbs the wooden ladder
Up to a wooden pallet platform
His dog is his Wolf, and incidentally
Is named Wolfi
Like he names every wolf mob
Wolfy 1 Wolfy 2 Wolfy 3
He can't craft a sword
Daddy made it, then he broke it
And the shield was left out in
the rain and snow
It might have been tossed
Visions of creepers
Fighting off skeleton bowmen
Looking for more resources
But we can't get into the garage
So he throws the dog's ball
and slides down the side of
the house


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