Jumping Gator
We all congregated to see the show at the banks of the River Goo.
The jumping gator was schedule to jump high today, at six and two.
Clapping commenced at one forty-six, as many kids will do.
The gator jumped so many feet in the air, he scared more than a few.
We screamed and cried and wailed, there were at least twenty-two.
I was terrified, I had never seen a jumping gator do what this one could do.
I vowed to never return to the watery banks of the River Goo.
The gator scared the beejeezus out of me, and my two cousins too!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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