My Entertaining Friend Dale
Why would a monkey be riding a blue whale?
I stare at my imaginative friend, Dale.
I don’t know, I say. Perhaps it was a quail?
He laughs, and flips into my lap his junk mail.
I’m not kidding he says. It is no tale.
As a best friend, he entertains me without fail.
That monkey hopped in a turquoise pail.
One thing about his stories, they are never stale.
There was pink polish on his biggest toenail.
I said “Next time, with you, I shall go sail.”
Then there was the talking parrot, with the robotic tail.
I always love being with my creative friend, Crazy Dale.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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