Mz Mud Possum Story
by Diana Boggs
Stepped outside....And see a scaley tail like it is attached to an armadilla crawling inside a bag of garbage.
A scream rips out...And I see the creature has stopped moving
All because I screamed ? Duh...I said, as I realized he was playing possum
So I took a broom...And commenced a poundin before I realized I had lost control
Bag still doesn't move...And it never did move through-out my flailings on the bag
I decide I have kilt the critter...Actually....I had no idea that I was so immediately bloodthirsty until threatened.
Feeling pangs of diminishing guilt....I backed inside and wondered what the point of my acting all Neanderthal was doing
Obviously some Cro-Magnon still runs in my veins....Just looked out the door. The bag of garbage has been moved drastically.
I think......uh possum played possum on me.
Hope I don't get possum rage ;-)
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