Skunks at Camp

Mother Streusel

A cabin of stinky skunks

Were snuggled in their bunks

The moon outside shone bright

Mother Streusel

The pine tree needles shook

As the breeze traversed a brook

On a mountain summer night

Mother Streusel

All around was quiet

And though they would deny it

The skunks snuck out of bed

Mother Streusel

They slunk across the lawn

And soon they came upon

A cabin painted red

Mother Streusel

Into windows and the door

A stench began to pour

From each little skunk

Mother Streusel

That cabin full of girls,

Mostly fuzzy squirrels

Awoke and how they stunk!

Mother Streusel

They vowed those skunks would pay

They tattled the next day

And made an awful fuss

Mother Streusel

Those sly skunks once accused

Asked as if confused,

“What makes you think it’s us?”

© 2014 Karyn Linnell

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