Friday, September 18, 2009

Skippy Smells

Skippy’s been gone again

And it’s no problem for me

Discerning where he’s been:

Down by Glenwood Creek—

His favorite spot to forage

And roll in dead fish—and reek!

But he’s home again

And sometimes I still see him

Wiggling and spreading it all over me—

That rotting smell.

How I wish I could hug him and give him his bath—

Putrid odor and all.

Milan and Skippy 43 45-3

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