My Little Brown Friends
I have one of those near my neck
Who greets me when I brush and shave
I gave him a name (What the heck?)
I'm proud of my brown-buddy-Dave
But doc says watch out for this guy!
Your friend may betray you someday
And send you to heaven on high
(I'm sure your insurance will pay)
Sorry doc, I must take a pass
Don't think I will pay your steep fee
Don't think I'll go under your gas
Ole' Dave's part of me, don-'cha see?
(Got another brown pal more obscure
Just where doth he dwell?..I won't tell
Dave would GLADLY swap spots, I am sure
When it rises to answer the bell)
***Submitted for Nikko's 'Mole' contest
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2010
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