Dud's not well,
After traveling pell-mell,
First in weather hot as hell,
It was the worst such spell,
Said all those of the old who cared to tell.
Some didn't stay to say, because of the smell,
Of un-hosed Horse and Do-Rights missing Prell.
But then soon we were beset,
By baseball size hail,
And most ominously, a wail!
Yes, it was a tornado that fell,
And straightaway that wild, foul, loud, gale
Took the cows… Continue
Posted on June 11, 2008 at 6:00pm