Marti’s Solstice Schlock – December, 2011
With Apologies to the Dude who Wrote the Original
Twas the night before skiing
And inside my boot
Was a moldy ham sandwich
And what looked like a coot.
That stuff in my boots
Came from some where.
It smelled really stinky
Like Boise’s bad air.
“Who could have done this?”
I mumbled to no one.
My dog’s not that smart,
Perhaps it’s my young ‘un.
“Megan!” I said sternly
“Did you touch my boots?
They smell like dead animal
Or someone’s bad hooch.”
“I wouldn’t do that,”
She said with a smile.
“But I know who did,”
And she smirked with some guile.
“Remember last winter
Coming home from our ski;
You stopped for a beverage
Then got out to pee?“
"Your friend found the coot
Dead in the road;
Put it into the boot
But forgot to unload.”
“The sandwich, however,
Is a mystery to me.
Perhaps it’s an omen
By someone you’ll see”
