a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Farewell to Phil

Guess who we're having for dinner?
You may know him by Phil
He's the ground hog
That saw his shadow
Some think he caused this winter chill

So a few of us got together
And stormed Phil's home
The snow had made us wild
We listened not to protests
Of Phil's poor wife and child

In a flash we had him skinned
Hanging up to chill
His wife and child
Stood and cried
Saying farewell to Phil

When all was said and done
We felt a little shame
There hung poor Phil
He was not to blame
No take backs in this game

After the crowd quieted
We build a huge bonfire
We divided poor Phil
So every one had a bite
Of the roasted sire

Guilt over came us
Gathering his family close
Tried to make it better
From his fur
We made them coats.

Linked to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

17 comments:

LindaG said...

Haha. Good one, Gail. :-)

A Quiet Corner said...

You go, Girl!!!!...:)JP

Sandra said...

OH NO NOT PHIL... what will the world do without someone to tell how long before spring... maybe one of the kids dressed in a fur coat will inherit his ability..

Saucy Kodz said...

Hope he tasted good. I woulda caught the Canadian Cannachuk Hog, but he's a slippery old devil. He had a cave off his cave which separated and went 3 ways - don't know which way he went. ha,ha good story Gail - good for a laugh on another snowy morning - Since first blizzard in January, we just got fellas here yesterday to shovel off roof. There's been a demand, eh. Have a wonderful day kiddo. Hugz to M. lol

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

You made them coats out of Phil - funny!

Karen S. said...

Silly is as silly eats!

Bethany Carson said...

You're a good poet Gail...but poor Phil...I'm almost ashamed of myself for laughing!

Jim said...

Love it, Gail!! But poor Phil. I am sure that you are not the only one who might do that to him. New Hampshire (?? I think it's that state) as an arrest warrant out for him and want to extradite him.

Not too swift though, the rabbit fur coat. Rabbit fur sheds so terribly much.

p.s. I'm running busy, but remember I'm retired and that's the way retired people are, slow or dead. So I'm linking my goofy retired' 'poem' again for today. Yes, not six feet anymore, but I didn't know that until you told me. Thank you.
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Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm not familiar with ground hogs, but this seems like a fun antidote to cold weather (figuratively speaking).

Björn Rudberg said...

Poor groundhog family to have his fur as coat... I think it's not his fault at all ...

Jazzbumpa said...

This is pretty amusing

But i sense a much darker deeper meaning

namaste
jzb

kaykuala said...

When it comes to good times many rejoice but those unfortunates will survive for another day. There'll be many to take over Phil's place. A witty take Gail. Great!

Hank

blueoran said...

Something of the scapegoat in poor Phil, blaming nature for, um, being nature. We anthropomorphize animals to a point -- making them enough like us -- but still shoot 'em at the perimeters of our gardens, eat their meat and wear their coats. Then blame them for the cold. Great little tale ...

Gillena Cox said...

(◕‿◕。) nice one

much love...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ewww! (You got to me.)

Rose Ketring said...

mwawhahahha! Can I call on you next Groundhog Day for extermination? :)

Margaret said...

…so much for tradition. :)

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