Can't Make This Up
Got entered in
three-legged race
Mom bet it all,
said was her
last best shot,
told her sisters
not to tell, which
they of course did.
Friends asked about
plans post-victory
lap, left early.
Poets meddled, and
I was subbed out
with Adolf Hitler,
who has history
of whisking off dead
better than most
and was asked to
grow out mustache
before he refused.
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