Dingle Fritz and Fritzle DingA Poem by Truman S. BoothI've called my little siblings "Dingle Fritz" and "Fritzle Ding" for years now, but the first two lines of this poem suddenly popped into my head this morning. This riddle was the end result.Dingle Fritz and Fritzle Ding One was Prince and one was King Each third finger bore a ring (You needn’t count the thumb) Dingle Fritz was smart and kind In the proper frame of mind But liquor limits weren’t lined So he was mean and dumb Fritzle Ding knew many men Only through the ink and pen Who would kill their mothers when Supplied the proper sum. Dingle Fritz looked old and spent When to bed he one night went When wife woke, his neck was bent And she became quite glum Fritzle Ding was pleased to hear Of Dingle Fritz’s final year And never would another beer Slip past his withered gum Dingle Fritz and Fritzle Ding One was Prince and one was King But which was which? Mysterious thing The truth may never come © 2010 Truman S. BoothAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 27, 2010 Last Updated on November 27, 2010 AuthorTruman S. Booththe Bubble, UTAboutI am a young writer, but I believe that talent knows no age--although they tend to increase together. There are a few things I love, and a few things I hate. I love language, piano, animated movie.. more..Writing
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