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My Alligator & I


Sometimes I lose things
and then I get sad.
But that's ok,
I don't get mad.
I got a roof over my head.
I sleep in a bed.

my alligator is so friendly,
I pet her ever so gently.

I just turned forty
and maybe I should worry.
Or so says Kirk,
because I lost my work
at the airport.
When I built a fort
out of suitcases
in front of those gaping faces.
Now I have to eat dirt
with grass for dessert.

My alligator,
she is so hungry,
we got no money.
So tomorrow
I'll go looking for a job,
or somebody to rob.

Bunden vers av K.S. Sollenhag VIP
Läst 37 gånger och applåderad av 1 personer
Publicerad 2024-04-20 23:54

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  Peter G VIP
En dikt med stor portion humor! Det uppskattas!
En tanke slog mig; man ska nog inte ha en alligator om man inte har råd att mata den….


  rostspik VIP
Gillar illustrationen, snyggt tecknad.
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