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IN MY DEFENSE

What the hell are you looking at?
Never seen a raccoon before?
And what’s with the fence?
A “NO TRESPASSING” sign would have sufficed.
Whatever happened to “Mi casa es su casa”?
You wanna play a little game of “Climb This Fence”?
OK, you’re on! I can climb this fence before you can say:
“Rocky Raccoon runs rings around reclining redheads”.
Psst! Turn around, Carrot Top! I’m on the other side. Haha!
Look, in my defense, I got a wife and six kids waiting for me
back at the dumpster and we gotta eat.
A baby’s full dirty diaper feeds a family of eight quite nicely.
Hey, don’t look at me like that!
One man’s poop is another’s Pâté de Poulet.
Next time, leave some tabasco sauce; my wife likes it hot!
Ha-cha-cha-cha!

NAR © 2023

36 thoughts on “IN MY DEFENSE”

    1. Yep. They’re not the discriminating sort! Like all animals, they eat anything with a smell, good or bad.
      Fun song, right? Thanks for the nod; I wasn’t even thinking of the mention of Nancy when I posted it but it’s the perfect song for this little story.
      Thanks, Jim!

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    1. EW! It’s true! For some bizarre reason that is their meal of choice. My husband will vouch for that, having cleaned up turned-over garbage cans after the raccoons rooted out the baby’s diapers. I guess beggars can’t be choosers! Thanks, Sadje!

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