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| Shy - me? |
Took truck. Forgot to lock it.
Draped jacket over dashboard.
Left fruity
snack in pocket.
Wore jacket
out to dinner.
Sneezed, and
reached for hanky
But pulled
out pygmy possum!
Felt frankly rather foolish.
Not easy to ignore
Producing small arboreal
Nocturnal
omnivore.
Companions
all applauded.
Pretended
that I knew.
Fed possum
bits of blossom
While I ate
Irish stew.
Getting on quite nicely.
Possum seems
to dig me.
Wherever I
go, she goes -
My pocket possum pygmy.


Ppppppperfect!
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Awesome. The teacup critter is INSANE adorable. And I knew you had a gift for words but I am still dazzled by the lack of even one forced rhyme in your very hilarious poem. Particularly the "not easy to ignore" line. I think you must be feeling well to produce such fun! Hooray!
ReplyDeleteGreat story, love the poem and sketch...
ReplyDeleteHe is cute (and the cup looks like the one I always drink tea from).
ReplyDeleteReally sweet! Love it.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, cute illustration, I would like to find one in my pocket!
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