I Fell In Love With A Tree Stump

I fell in love with a tree stump
Well, my wife's wooden leg
Part of that tree helps her walk
With another part, I made a keg

I fill that thing full of rootbeer
The keg I mean, not my wife
The leg I made from an old cedar stump
That I whittled out with my knife

She smells like Christmas all year long
Don't you just love that cedar smell?
Sometimes I use it to play with the dog
Makes a good back scratcher as well

In termite season she throws a terrible fit
They just won't leave her alone
She says she loves the leg I made
But she wanted one made of stone

I fell in love with a tree stump
Now you may not be a believer
But just ask my wife if I telling the truth
When she gets done killing that beaver

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I like your sense of humor. And you're right--I do love the smell of cedar.