Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”
Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”
One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…
Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.
Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”
Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.
Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed.
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.
Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.
Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray,
“Lord, let this day be my last.”
For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Both quietly passed away.
The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….
Stood an old dog beside the stone,
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place.
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.
She smiled. “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too. His name was Pal.”
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
This was my idea originally
then I mailed the idea to Mad TV.
I didn't write the script.
Mad TV did,
but I first noticed the similarity
and S O B Mad TV
never gave any credit to me,
but what do I care. I still think it's funny.
David Berkowitz was tried and convicted as the Son of Sam killer.
He was your average discarded individual suffering with schizophrenia.
Davey & Goliath was an early morning religious show of claymation
promoting morals of a very religious connotation.
Davey was a boy and Goliath his wise dog and friend.
Both would speak to each other quite often
and the show would generally have the same ending.
Goliath teaching Davey a moral, religious lesson.
David Berkowitz also spoke to a dog too.
The dog supposedly told David Berkowitz what to do,
instructing him when exactly to pull the trigger
and continue the havoc of the 44 caliber killer.
So both spoke to and also listened to a dog
and both were named Dave so then I thought
wouldn't it be an ultimate laugh out loud riot
to combine both stories to clamation titled Son of Goliath.
Go to the web address below and you will view
Son of Goliath on YouTube.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2010