I bought an anaconda I went and called her Wanda I used to keep tarantulas and bugs. But spiders do not love ya they think they are above ya and no-one hugs me quite like Wanda hugs. But then it turned out Wanda was Wanda the absconder. She cleared off and she took my hat and coat. Now why would I be fibbin’? She took off with my Gibbon and neither one left me a goodbye note. They made it to the station and chose a destination. They bought their tickets with my credit card. Now I was never fonder of anyone than Wanda and living here without her will be hard. Their journey soon was over they’d caught the train to Dover. They jumped upon the ferry to Calais. Their ticket was a single the Gibbon was bi-lingual. He used his charm to help them on their way. They met with no rejection they’d planned it to perfection. They caught a plane at airport Charles De Gaulle. They set up home in Frisco and opened up a bistro where all the rich and famous came to call. I was not too enamoured my credit cards were hammered. My banks were just as mad as they could get. I almost stopped surviving till cash began arriving. The gibbon and the snake paid off my debt. That money keeps arriving I’m more than just surviving. My seaside home is testament to that. A parcel was delivered it’s contents made me shiver. The snake returned my favourite coat and hat. I bought an anaconda I went and called her Wanda. I used to keep tarantulas and bugs. But spiders do not love ya they think they are above ya. Oh how I miss those anaconda hugs!
As published in Just Because You Are Growing Old it Doesn’t Mean That You Have to Grow Up by A B Wyze