It trips my feet so they go clunk! I’m walking crooked, like I’m drunk! This thing’s so long, I could spelunk! No matter where I plunk this trunk, I flunk! Oh, how I wish this trunk had shrunk! But I’ve got spunk, I won’t get sunk! I’ll show you who’s the boss here, punk!
15 thoughts on “This Trunk Is Junk!”
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If he doesn’t get that thing under control, he’s sunk!
Let’s help him, before he goes ker-plunk;
It’s not as easy as I would have thunk!
Let’s get crunk!
Little lellypants!
He looks like he’s trying to do yoga.
Mom! I’ve got a peanut stuck in my nose!
Ha, NOMTOM meets Dr.Seuss – Love it!
A baby heffalump in drunk funk? What a bunch of bunk.
…and I love how mama is watching from the sidelines the whole time, just in case her little athlete needs help.
Little guy is sooo new. Hey what this for? How I werk it?
OMG trunkster!!!!!!!!
The tail seems just as confused. 🙂
I kept fretting that he was going to step on it!
I surely love me some heffalumpsters, and this little yoga one takes the cake!!
I could seriously see this text as a children’s book.