I, the Chameleon
Some folks call me a comedian
Others think I’m not funny at all
I suppose I must be a chameleon
Changing colors as I crawl.
I don’t consciously try to be funny
Too serious will fit me neither
A chameleon doesn’t earn money
But then I don’t much … either.
Like Popeye, I y’am who I y’am
It seems I can’t be anyone other,
So, I’ll face life like I give a damn
Better to laugh at me than smother.
Written October 7, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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