In my undies he did this advice suggest,
I initially thought his suggestion was in jest,
But once I did try it I found I liked it I must confess,
A better big brother & older, one could not find,
He really is just about the total best…
One minor problem did ensue,
I sat on a metal bench, with no pants, my skin in lieu,
There I did stay, till the fire department did to me flew,
My injuries are quite extensive, my big brother I may now sue…
I don’t want his sanctuary,
For his suggestion, I am no longer hairy,
One day I may for this him hit when he is unwary,
But for now I must live with it, but in future I may just feed him,
To a flock of birds of the variety canary…J
© ed ~ 1/17/07
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Great poem Ed, hope Rufuz wasn't as foolish as you;-)
Susan
I bet Rufuz looked at you funny?
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Not even the canaries woulda been wormsearching I guess!!
Love Tinky $*U*$
Rebecca
Enjoyed,
Michael
Ever since childhood, you were always way too hairy;
I had planned on my ashes being dumped into cat litter boxes,
But if you really insist, go ahead, feed my corpse to canaries!