Loch Ness
All I did was get in the water
to bath, drink and have a little think,
but when I did finally emerge
all of the others had gone extinct!
There was some kind of death power purge.
They all left me, oh, they had such nerve!
Fate not only allowed me to live,
it gave me a life that has no quit
and I tell you, it is not a gift.
I really believe I got short shift,
not to mention, a well-known nickname
that is far and way beyond insane.
Now all I ever hear is Loch Ness.
As a should be goner, called monster,
I cannot even leave this water;
we are stuck like a cup and saucer.
If I were to walk upon the shore
all would see I am a dinosaur.
... CayCay Jennings
December 29, 2017
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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