While lying in the bath
I heard footsteps on my roof
Not the delicate birdy sound
but something with a hoof
My imagination arose and
my thoughts were full of grief
Could it be the devil
or that cunning chimney thief
I looked to my window
as the curtains were ajar
Two eyes appeared so close to me
yet they were so afar
So, I pulled the curtains open
to see a squirrel hanging from my gutter
I smiled and I did wave to him
as a crowd gathered and started to mutter
I tried to explain to the police
of what did occur
The judge shouted guilty
suspended for a year
So, the moral of this story
next time you wallow with a bubble
Don’t jump up and open the curtains
or you’ll surely be in trouble
Mar 13, 2023
Mar 13, 2023 at 7:12 AM UTC
While lying in the bath
I heard footsteps on my roof
Not the delicate birdy sound
but something with a hoof
My imagination arose and
my thoughts were full of grief
Could it be the devil
or that cunning chimney thief
I looked to my window
as the curtains were ajar
Two eyes appeared so close to me
yet they were so afar
So, I pulled the curtains open
to see a squirrel hanging from my gutter
I smiled and I did wave to him
as a crowd gathered and started to mutter
I tried to explain to the police
of what did occur
The judge shouted guilty
suspended for a year
So, the moral of this story
next time you wallow with a bubble
Don’t jump up and open the curtains
or you’ll surely be in trouble
Something to make you smile:)
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