There once was a puppy named Belle
Whom everyone thought was quite swell
But when daylight turned dark,
She started to bark
So loud that we'd yell, "Go to 'ell!"
Then Andy developed a plan:
"Let's make her as tired as we can.
We'll force her to play,
And not rest all day,
And she'll sleep like a tired old man."**
The plan worked well—no hitch
No more yelping that painful high pitch!
Now we're all fast asleep
And I really might weep
For joy over Belle, the swell bi---!
Whom everyone thought was quite swell
But when daylight turned dark,
She started to bark
So loud that we'd yell, "Go to 'ell!"
Then Andy developed a plan:
"Let's make her as tired as we can.
We'll force her to play,
And not rest all day,
And she'll sleep like a tired old man."**
The plan worked well—no hitch
No more yelping that painful high pitch!
Now we're all fast asleep
And I really might weep
For joy over Belle, the swell bi---!
*If you're even slightly offended by my colorful language, then clearly you've never listened to a 10-week-old puppy howl at night. This dog could make my grandma cuss.
**Andy didn't really say that last part. But it rhymed. Plus, old men and Belle are similar. Both are wrinkled, and both snore, and both have to go to the bathroom as soon as they wake up.





3 comments:
My aunt has a basset hound named Belle too! I hope you don't wear yourself out wearing the dog out everyday.
I love it! I can't let the kids read it, but I love it! :-)
linked over from 'stuff Christians like' and just have to say that i love that you love the gaithers! i am a first generation gaither-freak, believe it or not!
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