True Lies Poem, by Jeff, at My poetic side

I was sitting in the park one day

in the shade underneath a tree

When I saw this little squirrel come up

and sit right next to me

I watched it sit there for a while

then I offered it some bread

He looked around then looked at me

'no thanks' I thought he said

I knew I must be hearing things

so I said 'say that again'

He said 'I said no thank you'

and I about jumped out my skin

Squirrels aren't suppose to talk

or at least that's what I thought

But he asked me for a cigarette

and said that'd mean alot

I thought, this can't be happening

it had to be some kind of joke

But I was sure I heard this little squirrel

just ask me for a smoke

So I gave the squirrel a cigarette

then sat and watched in awe

When he was done he told me thanks

and stuck out his little paw

I shook his paw and left the park

I'm not sure if he's still there

Everyone says I imagined it

but he asked me for a square

My doctor thinks I dreamed it all

but I swear that it's the truth

If you don't believe my words

ask the pigeon he smoked one too

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