He was big and fat,
and looked like a rat.
He own a cat,
that chased a rat.
He ate that rat,
right on his new mat.
So he traded the cat for a bat,
to save his mat and kill the next rat.
It was the start of fall,
time to paint the hall.
The paint bucket was too small,
for the paint brush in the hall.
And the ladder was too tall,
when trying to get into the hall,
stepped on the brush and took a fall,
right in the middle of the hall.
Run to the mail box and smell the ivy,
under the car to smell the tires,
you smell a possum trail most likely,
what's that you smell on my pliers,
is that a squirrel in the tree that you smell,
after a new smell with your nose to the ground,
are you going to smell that limb that fell,
you smell, like weeds, what have you found.
©2010 Hubert C. Crowell