A cabin of stinky skunks
Were snuggled in their bunks
The moon outside shone bright
The pine tree needles shook
As the breeze traversed a brook
On a mountain summer night
All around was quiet
And though they would deny it
The skunks snuck out of bed
They slunk across the lawn
And soon they came upon
A cabin painted red
Into windows and the door
A stench began to pour
From each little skunk
That cabin full of girls,
Mostly fuzzy squirrels
Awoke and how they stunk!
They vowed those skunks would pay
They tattled the next day
And made an awful fuss
Those sly skunks once accused
Asked as if confused,
“What makes you think it’s us?”
© 2014 Karyn Linnell