Just Leave Me Some Fingers
I am unhappily walking the plank again
Hearing the tick tocking of the crocodile's stomach
Knowing my muse is laughing her guts out
As if throwing me down the stairs and into a cavern
of wild boars who had not eaten for three days
Was not enough to keep her amused the rest of the week.
I cannot wait to see what tomorrow brings.
I just hope she leaves me some fingers
So I can still type.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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