There once was a man named Neal.
He twisted and broke his heel.
His mother came out and made quite a shout
And said, "Timmy, look, there's an eagle!"
Neal was upset that his mother's crumpet
Was all mushy and not sweet at all...
But once in disguise and tricking the eyes
His heel was not broken at all.
The lesson here learned is one to be yearned
But never completely fulfilled.
Because when you're young
And eating ping mung
The Chinese won't make no more meals.
It's a waste, they say, a complete waste
to make such good food for a child.
You must grow a bit and not throw a fit
or at least eat it plain and mild.
This, Neal could not take for he wanted his steak!
Make me my T-Bone, NOW!
His mother glanced over but saw the dog Rover
And no sizzle was heard at all.
About a month later when the temperature was greater,
Rover passed away in the sun.
He ate too much peanut butter because of Neal's mother
And was buried in the ditch with the others.
And this is the story of Neal and his day
Which was quite well spent, I must say.
But if you conceive the point I contrieve
Then you'll be better off after all.
Comments (1)
What the HECK was I thinking? I swear this made sense when I wrote it!