Once I dreamt of petting
An albino alligator- or may be two.
I hoped to foster them, or may be adopt!
“They are obnoxious”
“A Faux paus”-
I was offered opinions!
Opinions are like Onions
Said no one. I thought this up on the fly..
They smell, they are pungent and they make us cry.
So any which way- I listen and let be..I don’t cut them open
To have to dab my eyes..
So the alligators in question made a beeline to my door
And then to my feet..casing them, paired with a linen A-line
Summery, breezy dress.
Then I strode, on the sidewalk like it were a Chanel ramp..
A few questioning gazes grazed my paws, cased by the albino alligators.
It would have been a sight, a sighting.
A woman and a half sporting them could be funny, could be exciting.
By the way, when the opinions are our own and we keep them to ourselves
They bloom like roses, adorn our beings like jewels..
Much like these albino alligators-
Squishy like the freshly licked sand on the beach..
Crisp white like the clouds grazing on the sky
Oh and these beasts boast a gentle tread
No animals were harmed or shred!
Life is too short, to be even little
So
Bring them on, the albino alligators.
They’ll walk with you like trusted BFFs.
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