A Yodel
And a squeak.
Up I get with the vet
She has such awkward ways
She’s sensitive and appealing
And she shimmies as she sways.
We live in a flash hamlet
In Milton down the coast
We have homemade marmalade
And spread it thickly on our toast.
We hug and share smackeroos
I just love appealing, vets
Then she sets out for her daily work
To fix eccentric peoples pets.
There’s drama in pyjamas
I reckoned I smelt smoke
I duck into the kitchen
I’m a cumbrous sort of bloke.
The toaster was on fire
And the coffee pot had spilt
I ran into the bedroom, stripped
Then donned my Scottish kilt.
You may think I’m eccentric
Yet I fit well in this flash town
You see I’m the mayor without hair
A man of great renown.
I dealt with the toaster fire
And cleaned the coffee up
Then sat down and read the paper
And made me a fresh cup.
I read about the dramas
They have in our hamlet
From the fire at the tyre joint
To scandals about the vet.
I’m the mayor without a care
And really don’t give a toss
So, I stood and played my bagpipes
To show them who was boss.
Then way down in the valley
There was a Scottish call
I heard a lassie yodelling
And wait, that wasn’t all.
I answered with my bagpipes
To solve this mystery
Last week we formed, a flash duet
The rest is history.
So, if you pass through Milton
On a misty night
Hang a left, if driving north
Then much to your delight.
Way down in the valley
You’ll hear a yodel and a squeak
The dulcet sounds of the flash duet
Then you’ll want to stay a week.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
