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Father's Day Poem: "Lenerd's Folly"

Lenerd's Folly - By Barry

Canter First

A man t'ere was what made a milly dollies

And spen' but nickeled halfpence on a harse

This Harse her name was none but Lenerd's Folly

An' of the harses, strangest she was most

No gip-galontin' racin would she do 'I'm

No clip-carumptump canter could she stomp

All snippy snails and half-lid sleep-time munching

And full-breath napping, after half-step romps 

Letharger there were none among the cloppers

By neighers, snozzwise, she was lapped by none,

Bu' twon marked muscle was there, what could flex she,

This might, i t'were the snout! Strong as a sun.

No Nostrildamus knew so much as Folly

'Bout the turning of the tempermented tide

No nosy houndblood shoe-gummed near as neatly

As dear Folly, Harse of Harses, Private Eye.

Canter Second

Came time, a misty Monday, that aur Lenerd

Herd, in Cackle Gossip, of a queen,

Great Gems of clearest Crystal, it whir whisper'd

Vansh'd from the castle - awful clean

No Sine of robber's arc could there be plotted

No witnes' spied his intro nor his 'scape

No servant, matter how devote they sought it

Found notice of his marks nor scrap of cape

Many minits Len' spent jangle-clanging,

Pots and pans about her harsey crain,

In 'tempt to stub the Hiber nacu latin'

of this Snoz-champ racer's slumberbrain.

Bu 'twunce awoke the sniffy sleutho-longleg

An 'dwunce provide she been with sleuthy task

No pot'ner pan were need to mote her vations,

She snoofed direct to biz, no need to ask 

Canter Third

Past brooking trickles, o'er hillsy humplets,

Len an' his Folly wandered, crook't and curv'd

Close-tracing faintest whiff of clearest crystal

Around each robber's corner, swiftly swerv'd

Now strange a thing began to be a parent,

Close up on Queeny's Castle, Folly snuffed

And sniffling to the very gate, she snorted

Ol' Lenerd wondered had she given up?

"Ay Harse, what cost me near a cleanest milly,

Know not ye, here the crystal was at first,

We must now locate off-to where it's gotten

Lest re-ward we collect from Queeny's Purse!"

But into castle clomping went the snuffer,

Thru gabled arch n' down the crooked stair, 

To lowest, dankest door in all the kingdom

Wher' barely blew a bite of breathin' air

Canter Fourth

Now here the Queeny wondered and a-puzl't

Not knowing where to find this dankest key

To dankest door forgotten long and fully

In deepest dungeon, meant for none to see

So many mighty men she made to move it

With muscles mustered, puny planks gave way

And there in stony shelter, sat Queen's crystals,

Aside a fluffy rat, on bed of hay

All faith in Folly found the stun'd observers

A garland draped around her sleepy head

And at her raucous feast she slept as soundly

as fluffy rats, on comfy hay-strewn beds. 

A milly dolls, ol' Lenerd, was be-gifted

A just reward for bettin' on this horse

A true blue-sleuther, now by-Queen enlisted

A nostril-knight of Queeny's crystal court. 

Happy Birthday Laura!

I hope you are enjoying a fine birthday Laura.

Love,

D

Happy Birthday Barry

I made this "cake" out of paper for you. Enjoy your birthday!