Prompted by a comment on my skink post, YZG took finger to keyboard and surprised me with a, um, literary masterpiece.
I’m reposting it here for those who may have missed it:
There's a Skink in the Sink
(With apologies to Dr. Seuss)
I didn't want to move or blink,
For it was sitting there on the brink.
I don’t know what others think,
But I was all tickled pink.
There's a skink in the sink!
I didn't want to move, I didn't want to blink.
One wrong move, a little jink,
And away, away he would slink.
From my duty I could not shrink,
Though I be a mere gink.
So, hands together all in sync,
Careful to make not even a plink,
I grabbed him faster than a wink.
For a sink was no place for a skink.
He deserved his own rink.
Parts of the small enclosure I did link,
For the goal was worth all the swink.
It had to be safe from even a flying chewink,
Safe from the ground from roving mink.
When all was done, we had a drink,
Our glasses together we did clink.
Labeled carefully, clearly in ink,
We announced the rink opening, without making a stink.
For the opening, the skink, he did prink,
And everything went well, without a kink.
The rink endures without a chink,
To find it and visit, just search for the link.
Thank you, YZG.