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The Legend of the Smunkin Mokey

The Legend of the Smukin’ Mokey
 
“Once upon a time far, far away,” said my annoying brother, “there lived a Smunkin’ Mokey.”
“He is a magical Smunkin’ Mokey, and when ever your 9th birthday draws near,
The little Smunkin’ Mokey wearing a cap and swirling tassel will appear,
He claps cymbals and sits on your shoulder,
That’s just what happens when you get older,
Sometimes he wears a little velvet coat,
Sometimes he screeches and has a smoke,
He lets the ashes fall on your shoulder,
That’s just what happens when you get older,
So--- don’t be so stinkin’ happy it’s your birthday!” said my annoying brother,
“Because soon too you will know the legend of the Smukin’ Mokey.”
“Ah phooey!” said I. “That’s a bunch of hokey! There is no such thing as a Smukin’ Mokey!”
Or is there?

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Skat A December 10, 2015 at 12:23 PM Ha, I bet there is. A great read... SKAT

Punnia Viswan Bhatia December 10, 2015 at 9:36 AM ahahhaa...lovely and cute poem with a profound message....beware of that Smukin' Mokey....hahahah.. ;))