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Click hereTell me a story he said,
wanna hear a good one.
About kings, castles,
big black horsies and mud.
Mud, said I. Please tell me, why?
Son looks into my eyes, lil squinty smile.
Mud, says he, is all gooey and fun.
Oh my, thought I. What a son.
So I went along with my tail.
A king, his son, with a dream
of a horse. The only problem,
what about the mud.
So I pondered... thought ...
Hmm, what a predicament I'm in.
OK says me. Here we go.
So I dive right in ...
The king you see. Had a son.
Who loved horses. Of course,
I told him with long winded
groans, moans, and screams.
The king, gave his son a horse.
Hmm, I said that didn't I. Any who.
The horse well he liked to play,
in the meadow far, far away.
When he came upon a stream, off
the son flew, Oh, how he did scream.
The king hearing the scream got
all his men at arms away they ran.
The boy, well he hit the goo,
splatters all amuck. He was
down on his luck, when he fell
back into poo. Oh my...
The king, his men, hundreds of horses.
Are a witness to this coo. Oh,
what a mess. The kings son did re-dress,
shakin off the doo doo.
All the men did snicker. The horses
noses, they flickered. The king, he
is still a quiet red hue.
The boy got on his horse. Crying,
wailing all the way home. For he
could not get it all off, of course.
My son did laugh, Oh how he hee-hawed.
He loved the horse, the poo, and doo.
He wants to go there, he says. On
a horse just like the kings' son.
I asked him, tongue in cheek.
Son what happens, when you
are the one. To fall into and land.
In the land, of the doo doo.
It reminded me of the wild tales I weave for my G'boys! (tho we haven't hit on doodoo yet! LOL)
I think with some reworking here and there this could be a perfect child's poem.
Thanks, RF!
Boo
What a great tale. I could picture your son sitting on your lap, wide eyed, and being transformed to another time and place. And what little boy doesn't enjoy some poo and doo doo. Did he giggle up a storm at the doo doo?
knowing "some" children as i do! they wouldent mind the poo or the doo and thay might find it more entertaining than the horse.