I have a feeling I’m growing a tail.
I can feel an itch, like a crawling snail,
Near my tailbone, which makes a lot of sense.
The anticipation is making me tense!
I hope it’s a cute one, like one of a squirrel,
Otherwise I’ll need a quick tail-doc referral.
On the other hand, if it’s very bony,
I can be a dog whisperer, and not just a phony.
Besides, it’s way easier to clean bone well
Than fur, but it does have that graveyard smell…
Oh! It could be one that enables flight,
Now I’ll pay back seagulls with a bite!
They can’t escape my Super Mario skills,
I’ll spin my tail like the best windmills.
(One week later, let’s see how it went
Now that we found a place with time machines for rent.)
The itch I got so excited about?
No, an awesome tail did not sprout.
Just a small rash in my low-lower back.
I shouldn’t keep snakes in my school backpack…