Theres a Squirrel In the Vending Machine
There’s a squirrel in the vending machine,
I’ll bet that he thinks he is very keen.
He’s eating up all of the jelly beans!
He’s the worst irritant that I have seen.
He’s devoured all the animal crackers,
pretzels and banana chips, that slacker;
a thieving fur ball of a nut cracker,
who has become a snack machine hacker.
Such a formidable machine invader,
an uninvited and loathsome raider.
I wish I had baby alligator,
to fix him good for stealing my ‘taters!
But as I gaze upon his chomping snoot,
my heart melts because he is very cute.
I suppose my anger is really moot;
perhaps he’d like a bite of Kiwi fruit.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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