WHERE THE BOONDOGGLES LIVES
BY STEVEN LEECH
Let me tell you a story, we’ll call it a tale.
Just a little something I heard over a mug of ale.
Out in those yonder woods lives a boondoggle.
No, I mean it, I’m not trying to bamboozle or Hornswoggle.
This is the honest truth, I swear.
This is the only boondoggle there is anywhhre.
What is a boondoggle you ask?
Well, describing it is one heck of a task.
Some people say, it’s tall, and other say short
But all agree that on its nose is a giant wart.
It has a snot like a pig
And lots of hair like it’s wearing a wig.
It has floppy ears like a dog
And stinks like it just came out of a bog
It walks on two legs like a man
And its skin is dark like it has a tan.
It grunts and growls.
When the moon is full, it sometimes howls.
They say those are not safe at night.
They say, if you’ve ventured in too far, you might feel it’s bite.
Don’t worry, the boondoggle hides in the day
So right now you can safely pass that way
Don’t go out there at night alone
If you do, we may never find your bones
If it may all just be a story or a tale
Just something I heard over a mug of ale. | SL