Please Officer
The egg came and grabbed me, out of bed.
Shook me awake, smacked my sweet head.
Demanded to know what I had seen.
I plead the fifth, afraid of his mean.
I acted innocent, but it did not convince.
He batted me a bunch, made me wince.
So I am here officer, to simply plead and beg.
I need some back up, to get rid of this egg.
The seasoned officer sat back in his chair,
Lit a cigar, acted like he did not even care.
Aren’t you the same one? He finally asked.
Who wanted us to arrest a balloon in the past?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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