My Entertaining Friend Dale

Why would a monkey be riding a blue whale? I stare at my imaginative friend, Dale. I don’t know, I say. Perhaps it was a quail? He laughs, and flips into my lap his junk mail. I’m not kidding he says. It is no tale. As a best friend, he entertains me without fail. That monkey hopped in a turquoise pail. One thing about his stories, they are never stale. There was pink polish on his biggest toenail. I said “Next time, with you, I shall go sail.” Then there was the talking parrot, with the robotic tail. I always love being with my creative friend, Crazy Dale.