King Rickery Roo Rowdy Rollens Rugbuggy Royce
Peeking out from behind the bed was a wide banded raccoon king.
I thought he was a regular raccoon, for I did not know of such a thing.
He bared his broken yellow teeth and gave me a bit of a fright.
You see I was in my pajamas, ready to turn in for the night.
How am I getting him out of here? I asked a 911 operator on the phone.
She thought it was hilarious and told me to write it up in a poem.
But he is a wild animal, I told her. And he is scary and could be mean.
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, and I saw the left one was green.
He’s got a green eye! I said to the operator; there was fear in my voice.
My name is King Rickery Roo Rowdy Rollens Rugubuggy Royce.
He said this with authority, and I felt he might be rather tame.
He sat down and challenged me to a wild monopoly game.
We became good friends, King Rickery Roo and I.
He comes every once in a while when the tides are way high.
He loves my bathroom and my yellow rubber ducky too.
I do not ask, but I would guess he also uses my loo.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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