Who's the Dummy
Cecil's dad was a ventriloquist,
His dummy was named Pat,
He was an Irishman,
A humorous one at that,
Cecil's dad and Pat
Were an excellent team,
Dad would not let Pat,
Mutter anything obscene.
Cecil's dad tried very hard,
To teach Pat how to say
Words beginning with the letter S
After months of practice,
He had to give that idea away,
Which pleased Cecil immensely,
Cecil wasn't fond of Pat
He disliked the puppet intensely.
Poor Cecil had a stutter,
He had suffered with for years,
Which made him feel different,
From most of his Peers,
Especially Pat
Who was his Father's pet,
But Cecil could clearly say
A bottle of beer,
Words that neither Dad nor Pat
Had the hang of yet,
This amused young Cecil,
And filled this boy with glee,
Because Dad's precious dummy,
No better than he,
Was not Cecil's brother,
Or part of their family tree
Cecil taunted his Father,
Every day of the year,
Pointing to Pat the Puppet
And said Father dear,
Can I listen one more time,
And please say it nice and clear,
Ask that dressed up
Block of wood to say,
A BOTTLE OF BEER
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
