Offering the Egret Oatmeal Mush
The egret was poking along thorough the brush
A bull name of King began to get a giant crush
The last love interest he had was a tiny blue thrush
He offered the egret a bite of his oatmeal mush
She declined politely, as had that blue thrush
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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