stork feels his oats
Stork felt grumpy now that rules had changed completely
My job used to be easy, I did it on time, and it was sweetly
But these days I am bogged down with extra things to drop
My knees are feeling bad, and it takes me twice as long to stop.
Maybe it is because you are older, a young stork had nerve to say.
This did not make him want to be in conversation with him the next day.
In the sixties, dropping babies at doorsteps had been so much fun
When he was agile, not fragile, on time and young.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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