Poems That Tickle My Feet IX---Poor Uncle Larry

Poor Uncle Larry - By Pat Gillem

Uncle Larry climbed a mountain, late one day while hunting goat,
but so sad we found him frozen, because he forgot to wear a coat.
So we built a big camp fire, we had to thaw him out you see,
he was an icicle frozen solid, so we prop him against a tree.
He turned all green and pasty yellow, then he melted just like lead,
I checked his pulse, shook my head, ''I think the poor ole guy is dead.''
All of a sudden he came alive, jumped straight into the air,
'Quick!'', I yelled, ''Get some water, there's a fire in his hair!''
Now if you see him, please don't comment, just walk away instead,
so be kind, and don't make jokes , about the one hair left on his head.

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PADDYBOY60 5 years ago from Centreville Michigan Author

Hello Rosemary50. Uncle Larry is a friend of mine. We all use to call him Uncle Larry, because he worked with us. We are all a bunch of teasers at that shop. I started doing poems about him, most of them fiction, maybe with a little truth here and there. I would make them up, just to get a laugh. Larry is retired now, but he still loves the poems, and reads them to his grandchildren. Thank you for the comment.

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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Sounds like a comedy movie :)

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