Playing the Game

The donkey brays;
the elephant trumpets,

and the herds remain unprotected
from the wolves and the jackals.

What game shall we play;
pin the tail on the Donkey 

or Elephants can't remember?
It's a barrel of monkeys 

playing let's sink the battleships
while wearing blindfolds all around.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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