Poetic Reproduction

My Daddy was a Grizzly

Momma was a Moose

When they both got hungry

They would eat a whole caboose

They lived on a mountaintop

Cleaned their teeth with a spruce

N’ roamed round like jungle cats

But they couldn’t reproduce

 

They never went to any doctors

Or even saw a gorgeous nurse

Instead, went to see the crazy man

Who they thought had put on a curse

N' if he wasn't about to put

This reproducin curse in reverse

My lovin Daddy wuz gunna

Relocate this loony, inside a hearse

 

That crazy man’s eye's were fireballs

His head shone fluorescent green

He had ears made of mighty oak

With both infected by gangrene

His head was warped and twisted

Because of things he’d heard and seen

Tho’ when he had to relieve himself

He always practiced, good latrine hygiene

 

To help with this reproduction thing

He stretched both arms into the sky

Chantin words while passing wind

Which my Momma never thought to try

Then greedily, grabbin a bottle of booze

He quickly drained the whole thing dry

Before he confided to my dear Daddy

You would have more success,

If you unzipped your fly

 

 

Reviews

[Anita Frader]

😅 a simple solution. Thanks for the giggle. Nice job building to a clever end.

[Dave Brown]

Please (in true Canadian) excuse me
I missed your review eh!
Thanks very much for makin the effort
I can use all the reviews I get

[Anita Frader]

No worries, eh. :)