Come On! HONK

 

 

 

 

 

COME ON!
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The chameleon ran vertically, straight up the wall
​and disappeared though a crack infinitesimally small
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“Did you just see that?” The post man exclaimed
​“They’re the masters of disguise”, I quickly explained
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Running across, peering through a small crack
​The post man kept looking, dropping his sack
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“Stand back and wait quietly, he’ll soon reappear”
​And then… as if by magic, the chameleon was there.
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I turned to the post man and to my great surprise
​Morphing, a giant chameleon, looked me straight in the eyes
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“That is my boy” he proudly said,
​Placing him in his post bag, that turned in to a bed
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And with that I left, driving off in my van
​Waving good- bye, to what was, the post man.
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Who then quickly changed to a red traffic light
​Which I screeched to halt at… Try as I might
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I could not escape from his tight griped clutches
​My ‘Misses’ deathly quiet, that’s not like the Duchess
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Then the traffic light changed, red amber, green.
​When a ‘HONK’ from behind, shatter my dream

                                                                                Po