Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Old Toe called up our Balladeer
And said, "I need advice.
My little house, (you know, the 'sty')
Is overrun by mice!"
"I know I've been unkind to you
Because I'm such a lout,
But, buddy, could you take the time
To help a poor soul out?"
"Well, Toe", I said, "why you've got mice
Is quite a mystery.
There's nothing there that's got good taste
"But, since I've always been a chump
To help pathetic souls,
Just take a clump of steel wool
And shove it down their holes."
About a week went by. I called
Toe up and said, "Well, friend,
Did your small problem with the mice
Come to a happy end?"
"Hell, no.", he said, and I could tell
From his voice he was mopin'.
"I really found it too damned hard
To keep those small legs open!"
[This message has been edited by Balladeer (edited 09-21-1999).]