The other night Ty came over as well as several other friends. Typical behavior around here is people look in the fridge to see what I have left over and they help themselves. I can't tell you how many bands I have fed before and after gigs. So of course I noticed Ty digging around, but paid little attention. After he left Danny Joe said he left me a present and laughed.... Turns out Ty fed Dud Man 8- 10 deviled eggs, wrote us a poem and left it on my nightstand. I have lived thru some BAD Dud farts, but trust me, these will clear even my 2 boys out of the room for 15 minutes. Ty, we WILL get you back. I don't know how or when, but you better look out buddy.Here is his "poem"
In the morning as you take a wiff of the crisp morning air, is there a hint of a scent that should not be there?Why Yes! You say as you cover your mouth & look away~believing it is your significant other who's breath you cannot bear.
Well Alas! It's not his or her nor even yours I say with a sheepish smile!
But another sleeping in your room, Sleeping so sound, it's your beloved Dudley, your companion, your hound.!! Sometimes they are silent. Sometimes they are not, ones things for sure they are all Steaming, Smelly and Hot!
Damn those dog farts!
Why must they be so bad?
Maybe we should change his diet!
But nothing he's ate should be this bad!
Aren't friends wonderful?
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