Skunk In My Bunk

Skunk In My Bunk

Lilyana Page

There’s a skunk

In my bunk,

And I don’t know what to do.

I don’t want to sleep with him. Would you?

He’ll stink,

I’m pretty sure. At least, that’s what I think.

Maybe I’d gag,

Or even throw up in a plastic bag!

Wait.

What did you say?

You want me to crawl in bed right away?

Now?

Ooh…oh my…yikes…yow!

Hold it!

Stay there for just a minute!

Say! He’s soft and squishy,

And not at all stinky and gushy.

He’s shiny, and he smells all new.

Come meet him, won’t you?

I was scared for a bit,

But now I get it!

There’s a skunk

In my bunk,

Turns out he’s just a cool toy.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy!