ODE ON AN ANEURYSM
WE ALL KNOW A GUY NAME OF ROBERT,
WHO RECENTLY HAD TO BE BRAVE.
WHILE PREPARING FOR MASS,
HE FELL ON HIS ASS,
AND HE ALMOST WENT TO HIS GRAVE.
WHILE IN SAINT JOSEPH'S, HE DID LAY,
NO ORGAN, OR OTHER THINGS, COULD HE PLAY.
SO, HE COUNTED HIS TOES,
AND PICKED HIS NOSE,
'TIL HE REACHED THE END OF HIS STAY.
WE ALL WERE RACKED WITH ALARM,
WHEN WE HEARD OF HIS BODILY HARM,
BUT, AS WE ALL PRAYED, TO STAY HIS TRIP TO HEAVEN,
WE HEARD HIM RETORT,
ABOUT HIS RECENT BOWEL REPORT,
AND, AVOIDED THE "FILM AT ELEVEN."
OLD DIRECTORS NEVER DIE ---
THEY JUST "LOOSE" THEIR SEATS !
3/2/93 BY: TKH.
Love ya!
Jane
LOL--ewwwwwwwwww glad he didn't loose it and glad he survived
aneurisms ain't nothin' to mess with--cute write with humor in spades
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Excellent humerous write of a sad event! Well done!
You just gotta laugh at anything you can see the funny side in.
I just love this..
well written ...