Rubber horses with rubber men
Wrapped around the dairy pole
Two times lucky one time not
Is all it takes to bounce between.
Rubber walls keep me in but
I don’t play with the rubber men
I don’t eat the rubber cows
Or any rubber treats at all.
If they let me out again I will
Not play with the rubber men
I will not hide I will not seek
I will not be told to run away.
Then I begin to think that if
Both the men and animals
are made of rubber then maybe
I am made of rubber too.
If that’s the case and no one cares
Then maybe I’ll bounce out of here
To a place without the rubber men
And the rubber walls that keep me in.
©ronvdm777
May 2020
©ronvdm777
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