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.
