A chestnut fell onto the ground <br />was taken hostage by a hound, <br />who carried her without ado <br />into his doghouse near the Zoo. <br /> <br />The chestnut, sad and quite depressed <br />sat, crying in the wolfhound's nest <br />But no escape was to be had <br />the dog seemed clever, also mad. <br /> <br />During the night he scratched his fur <br />which woke and irritated her. <br />So she said: 'Hound, you let me go <br />and I shall make some special Eau, <br /> <br />it will, I promise you my friend <br />put a quite shocking bitter end <br />to itches of the canine kind, <br />from chest to neck to your behind.' <br /> <br />They went down to the water's edge <br />and here the chestnut made the pledge: <br />'Just take a bite off of my back <br />it's where the colour is dark black <br /> <br />and let us soak it in the lake, <br />I know, my freedom is at stake.' <br />They mixed and heated until morn' <br />and soon a greenish slime was born. <br /> <br />Refined in daylight by the breeze <br />the dog said, 'may I try it please? ' <br />He took, while chestnut did avert <br />her almond eyes behind her skirt <br /> <br />a bath and covered all his skin <br />from toes to crotch up to his chin. <br />All itching stopped not to return, <br />it's something you may want to learn. <br /> <br />The stuff was marketed that year <br />and took the sales-record from beer. <br />Named BADEDAS, it's worth a try <br />I own the company, that's why.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/badedas-2/
