I wrote a poem about a Squirrel I saw today.
“Squirrel at the Post Office,
Livin’ in a tree.
Your neighbor is a Plastic Bag,
stuck in a Tree.
At least that Barbed Wire Fence keeps,
All the Dogs away.
Squirrel at the Post Office,
Livin’ in a tree.
Your neighbor is a Plastic Bag,
stuck in a Tree.
Here, I’ll toss you my Apple Core.
Apples are good for you.”
The end,
Alex
