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Saturday, April 16, 2016

Poem for the Day

Cloth amphibian sits on my bed.
Silent assassin, his name is Ned.
At night he hops
And then croaks, “Bullocks.”
As he trips me, and I bump my head.

He stares with big eyes that never blink.
His smile infectious; despite hijinks.
I put him back
“Please, no more attacks!”
Wife groans, turns, “Trying to get my winks.”

What do you do with a stuffed green pet?
Can you remove it without regret?
I do believe
Evil’s up his sleeve.
His intent is to replace me yet!

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