The Call of the Mild
His life as risky as a goldfish swimming in a bowl
As a bunny living with momma in a rabbit hole
Never crossed a street without looking both ways
An angel in school, drawing teachers' praise
One morning he awoke in a cold sweat
His trusty alarm clock he'd forgotten to set
School would start in less than half an hour
Without a balanced breakfast, his future looked dour
So he skipped the meal, threw on some clothes
Caught a bus without fanfare or fuss
But as he got closer and closer to school
He saw it was Sunday ~ Was he Mr. Cool
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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