Treasure Island

Ima Ryma


Jerboa


I met a jerboa aleap
In the North African desert.
The wee rodent was cute a heap,
Zig zagging o'er the sand and dirt,
With long hind legs and a long tail
To help it balance in its hop.
Body of fur toned sandy pale
To better blend into back drop.
But it did not escape my eye
And I chased after it in zeal.
It got mad, jumped at me, so I
Did run the other way for real.

How high did the jerboa jump?
Jumped high enough to bite my rump.

Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 21, 2014
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