It ain't so bad, Bud <br />to be stuck in the Mud <br />So you do not have to swear! , <br />your not going anywhere. <br /> <br />Two green rubber boots <br />stuck in, like tree roots <br />seems I've played my last hand, <br />sinking a bit, like in quick sand <br /> <br />Don't worry Bud, Dave will save the Day <br />I have a rope and a pulley, that will be the way <br />Thigh one end around your neck, throw the other over the branch <br />Then I'll tie it to my truck, and drive off towards the ranch <br /> <br />Dave, Dave are you sure this is the way? <br />Bud listen, we should get goin, better no delay! <br />So hold on tight Bud, quiet now, no more disputes <br />don't worry so much, you'll slide right out them boots! ! <br /> <br />It's funny now I think on that day <br />Poor Bud, his boots are now clay <br />we did get him out in the end <br />And Bud is still my Best Friend<br /><br />David Darbyshire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuck-in-the-mud/
