As he looked to the skies <br />just to wave to his God, <br />he saw buzzards and flies <br />but he found it quite odd <br />that the clouds had gone home <br />and the sun had burned out <br />so he took out his comb <br />placed it over his snout <br />and he preened his moustache <br />til the little sparks flew <br />and it was the panache <br />that made God dropp his shoe. <br /> <br />When the shoe hit the ground <br />soon the shit hit the fan <br />and the Yorkshire-bound hound <br />said he wasn't a man. <br /> <br />I admire you, critter <br />to admit what you did <br />were you really the shitter <br />who first dropped it, then hid? <br /> <br />I, as God now decree <br />you shall go through the lands <br />you shall sniff, you shall see <br />find the various brands <br />of the stuff you call pooh <br />and you keep a good log <br />you may bypass each zoo <br />but include every frog. <br /> <br />When the bells ring again <br />do remember my son <br />he who saved all you men.. <br />off you go, carry on!<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ted-s-daydreaming/
