Pumpkin Patch Escapade
Paul was poking around in the pumpkin patch
Looking for a pumpkin to snatch.
The eerie sound of a fiddle,
Made him piddle just a little,
And his breath so hard to catch!
He ran as fast as he could
And hid himself in the wood,
When he turned to see who followed,
His tongue he almost swallowed,
Then he wet himself real good!
He could have been caught, I bet,
And that’s what you’d usually get,
But certain physical laws,
Saved him here ..because…
One is quite slippery when wet!
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
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