Better Not Mess With Mandrake
A gorilla asked for my stomach today
I could do without it, so I gave it away.
My family thought this was a huge mistake
Except for my gargoyle, his name is Mandrake.
Some of the relatives began to make fun of me.
Mandrake lovingly slipped arsenic into their tea.
No one bosses us around anymore.
Except maybe the once-healthy lion, who is dying next door.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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