Poor Mr. Vee Poem by Richard D Remler

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Poor Mr. Vee has an Erk on his head,
To which he seems quite unaware.

It is big,it is blue,and it's orange and red.
And it is fluff as a woolly old bear.

It is ever so quiet. It won't even peep,
Or piddle, or snore when it drifts off to sleep.

It doesn't peck, doesn't coo, doesn't haw, doesn't hee,
And it's an awfullish-odd sort of a something to see!

Ms. Amberlynn saw it and let out a shriek!
And when Mr. Boone saw it, he started to freak!

When Mr. Pip saw it, he turned and he ran,
As fast and as far as a little man can.

Wilber Kip noticed it right off the bat,
So certain the critter was only a hat.

But when the Erk yawned and stretched out its nose,
And made a small eeep as it twiddled its toes,

Wilber eeped too, and it was all rather sad
When he turned thirteen whole shades of novelty plaid.

But Mr. Bear only smiled the way old men do
When they're certain they've bubble gum stuck to their shoe.

He gimpled a bit like an October wreath,
Then he grinned a wide grin that showed all twenty teeth.

And he chuckled a chuckle that chucked with a whoooo,
Which probably wasn't a smart thing to do.

Because the Erk iffled strangely, and went bitterwonk.
It started to hootle and tootle and honk!

It poofed out its feathers all orange and blue.
Then piffled a red and a yellow one too!

And it stood there and prodded on Mr. Vee's crown,
Wide-eyed and winduss and looking around,

It cooed, and it knuckered, it whootled and hee'd,
Then puffled up all grand like a butterfly weed...

Nobody expect the thing to go boom.
Its ferdal erk feathers all covered the room.

Not much was left, just a toe here and there,
And poor Mr. Vee had not one strand of hair.

Mr. Vee stumbled 'round rather dazed and confused,
Ol' Mr. Beargrinned, just a little bemused.

And ever so quietly, Mr. Bear said,
"It's always best not to let an Erk roost on your head."



Copyright © MMXV Richard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**