Sir Elton Passes Gas
Sir Elton (my Keeshond) ate a raw prune
Couldn’t get out of the house, none too soon,
Left me a deposit
Actually, was it
Putrid smell from a passing gas balloon?
written July 13, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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