I had a little possum,
Her name was Lana Rose,
And both her little beady eyes
Turned inward toward her nose,
Which caused her to see double
And be prone to accidents.
I wept to watch her try to climb
The shrubbery and the fence.
Though cross-eyed possums are unique,
Or surely very rare,
I saw eyeglasses advertised
And ordered her a pair.
And now I love to see her watch
TV or read the news,
And climb the neighbors' highest fence
Without a bump or bruise.
jrc--02/05/11
2 comments:
Nice!
Sweet! Sounds like a children's book in verse.
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