The Platypus

The Platypus

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

The platypus, myopic,
is ungainly, not erotic.
His feet for bed
are over-webbed,
and what of his proboscis?
 
The platypus, though, is eager
although his means are meager.
His sight is poor;
perhaps he’ll score
with a passing duck or beaver.
 
Originally published by Writer’s Journal

© 2019 Michael R. Burch


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