Open Poetry #4 |
The Courtship of Ferdindand Blingull |
Dom Mart Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 164Florida |
Ferdinand Blingull, all alone, Sits on his sofa in sorrow. He's engaged to be married, And his wedding day is tomorrow. To marriage he isn't averse; This will be bride number five. He's marrying Sally Surploosius, The stupidest woman alive. Not that Ferd cares about brains. His wives had another appeal. It was fine that none of them thought, As long as they knew how to feel. But Sally S. was so dumb, She knew only one way to act: She'd resist all his advances And keep her virtue intact, A strategy so old-fashioned, It made no sense at all. It was nothing but frigid habit, At least that was Ferdinand's call. Now Ferdie, once on a mission, Was not one to shrug "What the hey." And his mission was to get Sally To allow him to have his way. But Sally remained a lummox. "No no" was all that she said, Like a mechanical kewpie With a spring wound up in its head. Desperate, poor Ferdie blurted, "If we marry, will you come 'round?" "Is that a proposal?" asked Sally. Ferdie stamped his foot on the ground. "All right, you idiot, it is." "I accept," she said. Then real quick, Her mother stepped out of the closet-- A witness to make it stick. "Sally's unbearably stupid," Thinks Ferdie, sunk in his sorrow, "But I must be one notch dumber, Because I marry her tomorrow." |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Uh-oh! *G* (I hear a dirge playing in the background.) Enjoyed! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Yep, there's dumb and then there's dumber! Funny! Denise |
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