Open Door
The door was open Pretty skunk walked in She saw the mirror Saw herself in it Didn't like the looks Didn't know 'twas her Afraid it might spray Tried running away But the open door was in the mirror Tried that skunk Both spraying now Stinky mess drifted Drifted down the halls . . . Photo and Poem Copyright Jimmiehov 2026


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The door was open
Pretty skunk walked in
She saw the mirror
Saw herself in it
Didn't like the looks
Didn't know 'twas her
Afraid it might spray
Tried running away
But the open door
was in the mirror
Tried that skunk
Both spraying now
Stinky mess drifted
Drifted down the halls
. . .
Photo and Poem Copyright Jimmiehov 2026
Oh my. I hope this isnt a true story. Smiles.
Sometimes it is not good to have an open door!
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