the king is such a squirrel
He kept saying his king was “such a squirrel” over and over.
I thought he was being disrespectful to the monarch, my brother Dover.
But then I met the king who was breaking walnuts with his teeth.
In a way, finding out he was a real squirrel was kind of a relief.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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