I had an acquaintance named Rusty <br />Whose mother-in-law was crusty. <br />His bedazzling wife was busty, <br />Their three bedroom home was dusty. <br />Their intellectual son was husky. <br />Sometimes their basement was musty. <br />Grandma called it fusty. <br />The wind was callous and gusty. <br />None of the above we're lusty, <br />Affirming each other justly, <br />In their big dusty house with their <br />Big trusty dog named Rusty- - <br />Oh, no, that was the man <br />With the dazzling wife <br />Whose mom lived where it was fusty, <br />Who did not feel the cruel gusty wind, <br />And dusted the house as a favor to Rusty. <br />I hope my story is perfectly clear, <br />If I say so myself...it must be!<br /><br />Connie Yost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rhyming-with-rusty/
