A handicapped duck named Miss Rose
Moved slower than James Joyce’s prose
Until a kind spider
Crawled right up beside her
And spun a nice web for her toes
Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The Hidden Kangaroo
A man tripped and fell on a kangaroo that was under his bedroom carpet. He knew at once the lump was a kangaroo because of its kanga-rump and roo-ish tail.
“Hey, kangaroo,” he said. “How did you get under there? I have wall-to-wall carpeting. No way for you to squeeze in.”
“I am frightened,” peeped the kangaroo, and sure enough, the man noticed that the kangaroo lump was quivering slightly under the carpet.
“There, there,” said the man. “I am sure we can get you out.”
“No,” said the kangaroo. “I am frightened because I am not useful.”
“Hey, kangaroo,” he said. “How did you get under there? I have wall-to-wall carpeting. No way for you to squeeze in.”
“I am frightened,” peeped the kangaroo, and sure enough, the man noticed that the kangaroo lump was quivering slightly under the carpet.
“There, there,” said the man. “I am sure we can get you out.”
“No,” said the kangaroo. “I am frightened because I am not useful.”
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