THE PINK SKINK

By Philip Schanberger

Illustrated by Carol Corone

I once had a pet skink whose color was pink.

Now that’s quite unusual, wouldn’t you think?

He had a long tail that was bit by a mink,

so he dragged it around, complete with a kink.

Once when he was thirsty and needed a drink,

he climbed up the cupboards to the edge of the sink.

When he got to the rim, perched high on the brink,

he lost his balance and was gone in a blink.

He slid down the drain pipe, plated in zinc,

with his crooked tail going “clink, clink, clink.”

I grabbed my tools and loosened a link,

As he popped out his head, he gave me a wink.

Dirty and grimy, the color of ink,

I was happy to find my little pink skink.

Dedicated to my family:

Kaydon, John, James, Lucas and Momma too.

I love you all.