|Sir Puffy Mcduffy
Author: Naja PM
A little ditty I wrote in English class, just for fun. Please review. Hope you enjoy it.Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor/Humor - Words: 409 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-11-03 - id: 1444508
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Hello everyone. Here's a little ditty I wrote. This is really different from all my other stuff, I hope you enjoy it. This was written during English class. My friends and I had a little time on our hands, so we drew in my notebook, and well, this poem is inspired by the character we created that day, Sir Puffy Mcduffy. The only part of this that I didn't write was the very last line. My friend Tristan came up with that one. I have to thank my friends Linda, Dale and Tristan. They and I own Sir McDuffy and our plot idea.
Sir Puffy Mcduffy, a swell chap he was
Never spoiling his suit in the mud
He was punctual, jolly and all-around-good
That is until he fell into the Indian "hood"
At first the Indians, alarmed they were
But found how agreeable he was, as he made them a gift of Murr
Alas-they liked him until
He made them tea brewed at an English mill
They liked their coffee you see,
They didn't want no stinking tea.
But he assured them it would taste just the same
They found that the taste left their tongues quite lame
Many grew weak, many fell ill
And they blamed it all on that stupid mill
The Indians, they wanted revenge
The severe grief they felt left the tribe unhinged
They wrote a formal complaint to the mill
But the canoes they sent crashed into the hill
So they turned on poor duff instead
Chucked him to see; clomping him in the head
If only he'd been just a little less puffy!
If only he'd stuck with his diet just a little bit longer!
If only his pecks had been just a little bit stronger!
He might have been able to swim back to shore
But because of the weight of his belly, his back was quite sore
The Indian tribe watched from afar
They'd only done it because they believed he had SARS
As Mcduff sank beneath the waves
He shouted to those murderous naves
"Farewell to thee, I die!"
"Let me help you!" a brave cried
And then the godless hostile ashore did put an arrow through Duff's back so sore
And then went up the resounding cry," Smoke 'em THIS peace pipe!"
"Alas," the sad shark sighed, "'Twas only a small bite."