"My Friend Claude"

A change of pace from a joke heard this summer - c/ork

“My Friend Claude”

cji

2/3/14

It was a hunting day today

and my friend Claude gone

we needed Claude’s dawg

but nowhere to be found

high and low we searched

the county wide and near

yet no Claude and no dawg;

Breaking protocol we called

and Betsy-Sue answered

in her ever southern voice

she told us Claude’s sick

so sick he’s in the hospital

visitors are limited she said

so in the pickup off we went;

Bandaged from head to toe

Claude didn’t look very sick

but with tubes all about him

we were only seeking his dawg

Claude only shake’d his head

saying he just ‘didn’t know’

but Betsy-Sue might tell us;

Thus back to Claude’s home

facing all of 5’2’ Betsy-Sue

she said to look in the trunk

and sure enough there he was

cold and frightened shaking

we took him out and he ran

hiding someplace far away;

We looked at Betsy-Sue

and what we heard was sad

Claude asked who loved him

and of course Betsy-Sue

replied her of course fool

but Claude wanted a test

and put her in the trunk;

About ten seconds later

he took her out and then

madder than a wet hen

put dawg in the trunk too

another ten seconds out

happy jumping and wagging;

Claude then indicated dawg

loved him more than she

for she was mad – he happy

then Claude got very sick

all 6’4” beaten head to toe

and dawg went in the trunk

Claude to the hospital;

Betsy-Sue indicated a change

and Claude better learn well

dawg may wag and jump

but she who loves him best

took time for an adjustment

to Claude’s thinking of love

never again to question such;

Hunting’s not the same anymore

Claude having to get permission

dawg hiding who knows where

some days it is said in whispers

Claude washing dishes and such

never again strutting all about

and Betsy-Sue just smile a lot!

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