Three Blind Possums
Here's a story, I've only told
Just, maybe, once or twice
It's a story, I'm sure you've heard,
The one about the Three Blind Mice
The story goes they chased some chick
Now how can this even be true?
The mice were blind, they couldn't see
So I don't believe it, do you?
It wasn't mice that chased that girl
I happened to know it was possums
It was a place called "Possum Grove"
Where honeysuckles seem to blossom
See, the girl made up that story
She just lied between her tooth
Pseudologia fantastica
It means she just can't tell the truth
You didn't know I knew big words?
Shucks, I do that all the time
If you know how to use Google
Those words aren't hard to find
Anyway, back to my story
Possums it was, this I know for sure
That girl was just a compulsive liar
And the possums became her cure
They waited till the girl went to sleep
She didn't know they were there
Then they called those three blind mice
And they cut off all her hair
Well, that was the end of that
She told her very last lie
They all lived happily ever after
So, I guess I'll say "Goodbye"
Oh wait, there is just one more thing
I'm sorry, I almost forgot
If you're thinking tooth was a typo
I'm just letting you know, it's not
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
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