Garrison Can Wait
I will build my own garrison
With gargoyles a plenty
My troops led by Harrison
Who has the confidence of many
You cannot stop me, Mom.
I am on a mission from God.
Ice cream? It’s the bomb.
Garrison can wait he says with a nod.
After the sweet treat
He climbs up in his bed
To dream of his own army
He is three, our young Ted.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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