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Undo, Buck Elmer Chew, Tree For, Shuddered O'erSome people think that Doug has way too much time on his hands. He denies this vicious piece of slander, but I think this foolish poem he wrote is proof positive that he has way too much time!.Anyway, Doug wrote this poem many years ago, and when Uncle Jim found it in a filing cabinet in his attic, we all had a good laugh. Don't tell Doug I'm posting this on my playground, or he'll have FITS! Undo, Buck Elmer ChewUndo, Buck Elmer ChewTree for, shuddered o'er Fife sick, spigots ticks Heaven Nate, Lei Dams Trait Nigh intend, pig vat N What is the point of this silly little poem? Well, if you read it aloud, and quickly, it is almost indistinguishable from the old counting poem, One, Two, Buckle My Shoe. One, Two, Buckle My ShoeOne, Two, Buckle My ShoeThree, Four, Shut The Door Five, Six, Pick Up Sticks Seven, Eight, Lay Them Straight Nine, Ten, A Big Fat Hen. Of course, the original poem doesn't make a whole lot of sense, and only Doug could turn it into a poem that makes even less sense. Okay, now Uncle Jim and I are going back into the attic to see if there's anything else interesting up there... More Fun Stuff |
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