Benjamin Franklin Puppet
A Benjamin Franklin puppet walked into our living room.
He wanted to use our computer, in particular, needed to zoom.
I said to my husband “what do you think?”
“I believe he is lost,” he said. This is not a skating rink.
Because Benjamin Franklin Puppet had put on some skates.
He was zipping and slipping around our hoes and garden rakes.
But why are they in your living room? A snoopy neighbor said.
This is not easily answered, so I went back to my bed.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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