Thursday, January 9, 2025

Travel Log

 

I stepped onto the Jell-o mold

and jiggled till I sank –

I saw the room as it looked green

causing me to thank (think)

Someone put me in the fridge

to keep me fresh and good,

I didn’t get as awfully cold

as I thought I would.

But when they closed the heavy door

It suddenly got dark,

Just like the time I climbed the tree

and hid behind the bark.

Next I’ll slip inside the clock

and wedge between the gears,

to see if there are ticks inside

like everybody hears.

 

 

 

 

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