The Five Striped Skink
The Skink and Me By Mary J Williams © I started the day early Gathered my cloths to wash And downstairs I went Only four days’ worth by gosh I changed how I did laundry Didn’t like doing seven days at a time Now it’s Monday and Friday I still will fight the grime After picking up my stuff And taking it downstairs I started the machine Threw all in, who cares Don’t separate the whites Only have just one Not gonna’ hand wash either. In with the rest and it’s done I was going to the store And stopped to transfer wash to dry Pulled out the clothes I had a little surprise There in the bottom of the machine I saw what appeared to be a tail Then I saw the body of a skink Looking might pale Yep, he is deceased I don’t think he planned very well Climbing into the clothes bin Was not the place to dwell How I didn’t see him As I put the clothing in He didn’t try to leave And now he is a has been No more little Skink The five striped variety I took a picture But he did give me some anxiety I have ...