Spotted Deer With a Bit of Flash
Spotted deer with a bit of flash
We see him, his antlers all tall and brash.
I try to make an assumption, but do not want to be rash.
I have a feeling a rich relative has left him a bit of cash.
The spotted deer takes off with a flipped tail and dash.
I crunch up my Wheaties with a wicked spoon smash.
From the bonfire there is one last ash.
As soon as it is drowned, I take off with my cousin Nash.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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