A Suicidal Skunk
I ran over a suicidal skunk,
And mercy me! Did that thing stunk!
Ran across the lane in front of me.
And goodness me! PEW-WEE!
I saw his fur all white and black
I tried to miss him, but SMACK!
I heard a thump and heard a crunch,
And the smell would make you loose your lunch.
My eyes all watered up and burned.
If I’d known the skunk’s path, I would have turned.
When I got home and got our of my car,
It wasn’t the greatest smell by far.
After I ran over a suicidal skunk,
Goodness me did my car stunk.
Copyright © Brandlynn Young | Year Posted 2006
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