Tambourine

Tambourine

I'm walking my way home from work
When out of no where, quite obscene
A beaver comes out from a manhole
Carrying a tambourine

I rub my eyes and walk up to it
To make sure it wasn't fake
But as soon as it looks at me
It runs as if its life's at stake

It leaves behind its tambourine
I pick it up and start to stare
Back at the hole from which it came
To see what else will come from there

The End

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