A Roo

A large, red kangaroo
hopped into a bar on West 47th St.
and ordered a martini.

The bartender, polishing a
glass, really didn't
feel like being inter-active,

but ever the professional, remarked,
'We don't get many kangaroos
in this place-know what I mean'?

The kangaroo, a little miffed, replied
'No. And at these prices
You're not likely to be getting many more, either'.

poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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