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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 © | Year Posted 2006

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