When I got drunk
and teased a skunk
the aftermath
was a bath
where I got water in my ear
and could no longer hear
so, I paid a hundred dollars for a nurse to flush out the gunk.
I cannot help but blame that skunk…
Beware! Skunk Poem
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Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
🙂
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Beautiful! 😀
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You are far too kind, Chelsea…
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I loved it!
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That makes me happy.
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Makes scents to me — but not as much as the skunk made to you (I know that pun stinks, but at least it’s free).
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Free puns are worth just as much as the other kind…
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Loved it!
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Thanks, Robyn!
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is it the skunk that really stinks
or skunk poetry after a few drinks
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Perhaps (as we all know it)
it’s just the poet…
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Damn skunks! I feel your pain.
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There was a time (in the skinny house) when our dogs would get tomato juice baths once a week because of skunk battles…
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That is quite simply the best skunk photo… ever.
The poem? It doesn’t stink.
😉
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It may not, but if you hit my poem with your car at night, you’d better roll up your windows…
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Duly noted.
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Poor skunk 🙁 Hey you know what, there’s a poetry contest this week about small rodents. You should enter 🙂
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Nah… I only entered under duress… I want to retire completely defeated from Chelsea’s contest…
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Chicken, give it a go. I know Chelsea would like you too and do would I 😊
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