Ted's Daydreaming Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

As he looked to the skies
just to wave to his God,
he saw buzzards and flies
but he found it quite odd
that the clouds had gone home
and the sun had burned out
so he took out his comb
placed it over his snout
and he preened his moustache
til the little sparks flew
and it was the panache
that made God dropp his shoe.

When the shoe hit the ground
soon the shit hit the fan
and the Yorkshire-bound hound
said he wasn't a man.

I admire you, critter
to admit what you did
were you really the shitter
who first dropped it, then hid?

I, as God now decree
you shall go through the lands
you shall sniff, you shall see
find the various brands
of the stuff you call pooh
and you keep a good log
you may bypass each zoo
but include every frog.

When the bells ring again
do remember my son
he who saved all you men..
off you go, carry on!