24 May 2015, 16:32
The Blue-Haired Cougar
My son dumped me off at the “old folks’ home”.
He said it was “for the best”.
Just me, my computer, ham radio rig,
And my blue-tick coon-hound, Tess.
And I remembered the words of a dear old friend,
Who warned me before he passed,
“Watch out for the blue-haired cougars, son -
‘Cause you’ll never stand a chance!”
The odds, I admit, didn’t look too good,
Outnumbered eight to one in here,
Though I felt “Old Tess” would keep me safe,
And bark if a cougar prowled near.
But a Texas blue-haired cougar’s smart,
And one asked me the very next day,
“You don’t mind if I walk your coon-hound, Sir?
With dogs I have a way.”
So Old Tess fell first for that cougar’s charms,
And her “doggie treats” as well,
‘Cause Tess didn’t even bark or growl,
When that cougar rang my bell.
“Wouldn’t you like a glass of wine?”
That cougar asked the next day,
While Tess just sat and wagged her tail,
Those “Milk Bones” had paved the way.
Then a glass of wine, a highball or two,
My days and weeks just flew,
And by then all I could dream about,
Was that cougar with hair of blue.
Now it’s been six months and here we are,
My blue-haired cougar and me,
Along with our blue-tick coon-hound, Tess,
Just as happy as we can be.
So here’s my advice to all old men,
In that “old folks’ home” at last.
Watch out for those blue-haired cougars, boys,
And run, but don’t run too fast!
J.P. – for Mary Elizabeth
May 22, 2015
My son dumped me off at the “old folks’ home”.
He said it was “for the best”.
Just me, my computer, ham radio rig,
And my blue-tick coon-hound, Tess.
And I remembered the words of a dear old friend,
Who warned me before he passed,
“Watch out for the blue-haired cougars, son -
‘Cause you’ll never stand a chance!”
The odds, I admit, didn’t look too good,
Outnumbered eight to one in here,
Though I felt “Old Tess” would keep me safe,
And bark if a cougar prowled near.
But a Texas blue-haired cougar’s smart,
And one asked me the very next day,
“You don’t mind if I walk your coon-hound, Sir?
With dogs I have a way.”
So Old Tess fell first for that cougar’s charms,
And her “doggie treats” as well,
‘Cause Tess didn’t even bark or growl,
When that cougar rang my bell.
“Wouldn’t you like a glass of wine?”
That cougar asked the next day,
While Tess just sat and wagged her tail,
Those “Milk Bones” had paved the way.
Then a glass of wine, a highball or two,
My days and weeks just flew,
And by then all I could dream about,
Was that cougar with hair of blue.
Now it’s been six months and here we are,
My blue-haired cougar and me,
Along with our blue-tick coon-hound, Tess,
Just as happy as we can be.
So here’s my advice to all old men,
In that “old folks’ home” at last.
Watch out for those blue-haired cougars, boys,
And run, but don’t run too fast!
J.P. – for Mary Elizabeth
May 22, 2015
