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