twas the night of the lizard
iguana was nestled all snug in my bed
while visions of organicallygrownvegetables danced in his head.
and i in my pj's out there on the couch
was wondering where the monster might be lurking about
i could see in the glow of the tv display
the living room was not where he decided to stay
then a crazy idea popped into my head:
i wonder if he is sprawled out on my bed?
into the bedroom i flew in a dash
losing one slipper, lights on with a flash
you could hear me exclaim as he came into sight:
"you may not steal my pillow! (at least, not tonight)"
yes, i wrote a poem about my lizard. and?