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Poems That Tickle My Feet XV----Uncle Larry And The Mexican
Uncle Larry And The Mexican - By Pat Gillem
Uncle Larry climbed a mountain, hunting goats with bow and arrow,
carefully he climbed the trail , because it was dangerously narrow.
Suddenly it happened, catching his bow on a branch,
the bow shot off the arrow , and started an avalanche.
He tumbled down the mountain, what a sight what a wreck,
he ended up half way down, with snow up to his neck.
He tried to move but couldn't, and he started to wail,
'' I'm packed in here like a sardine, in this snowy jail!''
He screamed and yelled into the air, until his face was red,
'' If I don't get someones attention soon, they will find me dead.''
Then in the distance he saw a lone man, trudging through the snow,
it was a monk from the monastery, who heard the screams below.
The first thing Larry spied, was a flask of rum tied to his waist,
Larry said to the monk, '' I am freezing, can I please have a taste!''
The monk shook his head no, ''I am sorry, this is for my dog,''
'' besides this is not really rum, its a special kind of grog.''
''What dog ?'' yelled Uncle Larry, his eyes bulging from their sockets,
the monk reached down into his robe, and pulled a Mexican Hairless out of his pocket.
'' What is this?'' asked Larry, ''You're as loony as can be!''
'' This is my secret weapon, he will dig your body free.''
The monk put the tiny dog on the ground,and it started to shiver and shake,
Uncle Larry just shook his head and thought,' this has to be a mistake.'
The monk gave the dog a jigger of grog,and the pup went into action,
with it's eyes ablaze, and it's nostrils steaming, it tore into the impaction.
The next thing you know,Uncle Larry is happy and free,
drinking tea with the monk, with the Mex sitting on his knee.
This is my story, and you can laugh, but please don't knock it,
now when he climbs that mountain, he has a Hairless in his pocket!