Here is a little fun ditty I wrote some time ago. I laugh. You laugh. But as you will see, the odd fellow was not amused, nor was the dog.
ODD MAN AND OLD YELLOW
Once there was an odd fellow,
with a dog he called old yellow.
Old yellow could never sit still,
For the flea he just could not kill.
The flea made his home in old yellow.
It chagrined the odd old fellow.
The flea bit the poor old dog’s tail,
Giving vent to one awful dog’s wail.
The odd man was deprived of his rest,
As old yellow made search for the pest.
Old yellow gave chase to his own tail,
Running in circles to no avail.
Then the flea jumped on the dog’s head,
Driving old yellow to jump on the bed.
The odd fellow jumped on the floor,
Shouting, “I want to hear no more.”
The odd man grabbed his old slipper,
And whacked the dog on the sniffer.
Old yellow crawled under the bed.
Nothing more was heard or was said.
VP July 25, 2006 All rights reserved
Tags: dogs, humor, old people, pets
