Geronimo
Geronimo trotted from lair to lair,
So disgusted with the length of his hair.
At each new spot he dug it deep,
Hoping for some cold to seep.
The sun ablaze found each hole,
And from its depth drove the cold.
And so the day from spot to spot,
Though dug deep contained only hot.
Copyright © John Howard | Year Posted 2017
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