Stu said to me, Mr. Bri, : Let's go yodel-ing.
I, Bri, said: NO! I'll land my ass...IN a sling! .
But Stu was adamant; he thought it 'COOL'.....
.....to yodel. I thought Stu was a damn....FOOL!
But soon we were in the Swiss Alps, quite 'high'.
And a cute 'Swiss Miss' there made me sigh.
I yodeled for her day AND sometimes night.
I lost myself in yodeling; it was a true sad sight.
You see, as I yodeled my silly self hoarse,
Stu approached romance by another course.
As, below her apartment window, I crooned,
Stu gave her gifts over which she swooned.
Forlorn and feeling foolish, home I returned, and....
Stu settled in Switzerland while my heart burned.
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(April 18th,2017)
This tale of tragically lost love moves me to tears- Boo Hoo! (or is it Bri Bri?)
This Yodeling is really catching on. I had tears in my eyes reading yours! Stu won this time but you'll be back. Just have to rethink your tactics! Very funny poem, Bri
I think you should (do) not think yourself a yodeling fool but American singer as you are singing much, ....... you really a clever one cause other say of you (it is what a poet does) ........ Have you been to the Swiss Alps? wonderful landscape it has, to me it is a dreamland, ..........
It may be just Bri's naughty imagination but it's interesting and well penned. I liked and enjoyed this poem.
Lol....Isn't that life at it's ironic best? The things people will do for love and the outcomes is anybody's guess I suppose.10
Fun and entertaining as always. Take Valsa's advice and stick to yodeling poetry!
When you go after every beautiful Miss, the one who has avowed love to you might go after someone else! You cannot have your feet in two boats! Interesting as ever!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A triangular love story in which the third angle was busy yodeling, and thus, was of no substance. Great fun. Thanks.